The battle at Grimjaw Mountain reached a conclusion after a few hours.
The stench of blood permeated the entire forest, a stark contrast to its original state.
Somewhere within its depths, the Alpha Wolf, Lucan, howled toward the sky, calling out its clan members to come to its side.
Today, they shall eat their fill. The war had gifted them a grand feast.
The wolves hidden deep inside the forest answered their leader's call, howling in response to signify they would heed its orders.
Soon, the wolf pack ran across the forest floor, eventually arriving where their leader was waiting for them.
"Eat."
Lucan only gave one word. Its subordinates then started devouring the bodies of the slain warriors on the ground.
Just as the wolf pack enjoyed their meal, Blitz appeared on one of the tree branches and squeaked at the leader of the wolves.
*Squeak!*
"Very well," Lucan replied to the flying squirrel. "We will no longer hunt the barbarians."
*Squeak!*
