Moon's plan was simple in nature.
The Arctic Fire-Prowler was a threat to every beast in this region. Its very existence, a fire predator built to hunt cold-element creatures, made it a natural enemy to the entire white spire horde.
All it had to do was run past them. The sight and scent of it would drag the beasts into a hunting frenzy by pure instinct, enough to turn them away from the spire to give chase.
There was only one problem.
Moon couldn't be certain how many beasts the Prowler would bring back. He hoped for fewer than fifty. Any more than that made containing them a real danger, the numbers tipping from manageable into a swarm that could overwhelm even his prepared trap.
He gave the order through the Curse skill, and the Prowler obeyed without hesitation.
