"Twilight's their time to hunt. It won't take too much effort on our part. They will come to us on their own. Won't be long before their corpses pile up high enough to warrant the dungeon boss's attention," Ray said to Ashclaw.
Ashclaw stopped as he seemed to saw something.
"They are here."
Ray looked straight ahead.
From the thickets there, a pair of glowing yellow eyes appeared.
Then another.
Two Dire Wolves padded into view, their jet-black fur bristling, jaws dripping with saliva that hissed as it hit the ground.
Their bodies were lean but corded with steel-like muscle, every step radiating predatory power.
Grrruuuhhh!
One lunged first. Its claws flashed like sickles.
Ray threw a fireball at it.
It twisted midair to dodge, but its flank was still caught in the range of the blast.
Fur blackened, flesh charred, and thick hot blood poured out of its injuries as the Dire Wolf was sent hurtling through the air like a kite with its string cut loose.
