"It's good that we found them so soon," Zaroth muttered under his breath as he closely observed the wolves.
'Okay, let's see what will happen,' he thought, glancing at Silverfang.
"Alright, go!" Zaroth commanded.
His wolf tilted its head to the side and grunted as it approached the pack.
"Let's see what their reaction will be," Zaroth murmured, holding his breath as he watched.
The pack of wolves rested peacefully until they sensed movement in the bushes. The wolves that were still awake shifted their heads toward the noise, baring their fangs and preparing for a fight—only to be confused a second later when Silverfang emerged from the bushes.
The wolves tilted their heads in confusion, unsure of how to approach the situation.
'Come on! Even if he's twice your size, he's still a wolf! Won't you accept him into your pack or something?!' Zaroth thought impatiently as he watched the scene from a safe distance.