A Wolf Pack

Arthur walked alongside Lupin, his steps slow, every crunch of leaves under his foot deliberate. His eyes moved constantly, scanning the terrain for anything out of place.

The forest was alive with tension, an almost oppressive atmosphere that was wrapped in the air like a predator waiting to strike.

"This place feels... different," Arthur muttered, his voice barely audible as his gaze swept the area.

The deeper they ventured, the darker the forest grew.

The thick canopy above blocked out the sun almost entirely. The branches above interwove like a fortress, creating a labyrinth designed to trap visitors.

"It's too quiet," Arthur muttered, his voice a low rumble. "Feels like we're walking straight into an ambush. Thanks, nature. You're doing a great job of making this feel like a death trap."

Lupin moved beside him, every muscle coiled and ready for action.