The night deepened gradually.
The valley was silent, and the rain had stayed away this day - it was time to take turns keeping night watch.
As Lin Yu'an took the first half of the night shift, the flames of the bonfire were burning brightly when a howl, seemingly very close, was carried over by the mountain wind.
"Awooooo—"
Lin Yu'an's heart jumped to his throat, and he immediately shook Stan and Old George awake from their sleep.
"Wolves!" he said in a low voice.
Old George and Stan snap to attention, wide awake.
They grabbed their guns beside them and listened closely. A few seconds later, another howl sounded from a different direction.
"They're here." Old George's expression turned exceedingly serious.
"Looks like the flavor of our cooked meat travels further than mere blood - these creatures have been drawn by our feast!"
The rich aroma of boiled lamb and the warmth of the bonfire lingered.
But the air inside the cave grew weighty with every approaching wolf howl.
