My hunt

As Volk strode ahead of the Horde, his sharp, crimson eyes swept across the rugged terrain, scanning for any movement in the dense underbrush or atop the jagged cliffs. The forest was alive with the sounds of nature—crickets chirping, wind rustling through the treetops, and distant calls of nocturnal predators. But beneath these natural sounds, Volk detected something else: the faint crunch of heavy paws against the undergrowth and the guttural snarls of predators marking their territory.

He raised a hand, signaling the Horde to stop. Their armor clinked softly as they halted, weapons ready but still. Volk motioned for silence, and the Horde obeyed, their gazes following his as he fixed his attention on a shadowy clearing ahead.