When the last wolf fell, another level-up message popped up. Still ignoring it, Leon began scanning the snow for paw prints—trying to pinpoint exactly where the alpha had gone.
But with the snowstorm worsening, the tracks could already be buried. A twinge of anxiety crept into him at the thought.
Before he could find the tracks, a strange sound caught his attention—heavy, rhythmic thuds.
It was the sound of a large, four-legged creature charging through the snow.
A bad feeling crawled over him, a sense of foreboding pressing down on his very being.
Peering through the swirling white haze, Leon spotted a shadowy figure in the distance—wolf-shaped, but different from any he had encountered before.
At first, it was only a silhouette. Then, the details emerged:
The wolf stood a meter tall at the shoulder, towering over the rest he'd fought.
Its fur was a swirling blend of gray, black, and white—a hybrid of all three wolf species in this dungeon.
