His body moved through the trees in silence, boots pressing against the branches without so much as a crack to give him away.
Each leap carried him closer to the wolves, his movements so controlled that not even their sharpened instincts caught what's approaching them from above.
His eyes never left the target, the distance shrinking with every step forward, every second pulling him deeper into the range where mistakes would no longer be forgiven.
He landed on a thick branch, the bark rough beneath his grip as he crouched low.
The wolves had stopped their scattered pacing, settling into a loose formation near the tree line, their heads shifting from side to side as they kept watch for threats.
But their heads soon locked on to the duel that was about to begin.
Lanz remained still though, his presence buried in the shadows of the canopy, every muscle in his body frozen until he knew the exact second to strike.
Then he raised his hand, and the system responded.
