Greywolf scouts journeyed through the rugged terrain where the wind howled, their fur-lined cloaks flowing in the freezing cold. They were conducting a regular border patrol, being watchful for any indications of danger or invasion from opposing packs. In their midst was Roran, an experienced scout with a sharp eye and steady composure, guiding a small group far into the dark, dense forests that surrounded their land.
Ghost, a massive white wolf with intense eyes and a quiet, predatory elegance, walked in front of them, his awareness focused on any small change in the atmosphere. His ears perked up upon detecting a mysterious yet ancient smell, sparking curiosity in both humans and animals.
"Roran!" shouted a younger scout, indicating a rocky outcrop partially hidden by swirling snow. "See over there!"