Kaelen Vance was entangled by vines, unable to move, like a trapped beast, furiously struggling, with a series of wolf howls escaping his mouth: "Awooo—"
In the silent night, the sound was exceptionally clear.
It seemed like a roar, yet also like a cry for help.
The rear mountains weren't far from the tribe, and the entire tribe heard it.
The females, cubs, and the Old Beastmen who were originally asleep in the tribe suddenly woke up, instantly attracting a clamor of curses.
"Who is it, going crazy in the middle of the night, howling like a ghost?"
Some wanted to go to the rear mountains to check the situation but lacked the courage.
Figuring it's better to avoid trouble, they each returned to sleep, since it wasn't their business anyway.
On Lyle Sutton's side.
He didn't sleep at all tonight, pacing back and forth in the stone house, brow furrowed, clearly awaiting the result.
Listening to the wolves' howls from the rear mountains, he knew the fight had begun.
