The Ice Wolves began spreading across the clearing in a loose crescent, their pale fur somehow blending in with the soot-dusted ground.
Frost crept out from each set of paws, spreading across the dark earth in pretty formations that would have looked nice in any other situation.
Lukas rolled his neck and raised his sword.
Four of them peeled away from the pack immediately, circling wide to try flanking him. This already told him they were an experienced pack, used to hunting together, which was rare in the Scorched Forest.
Melody stepped into their path, three [Hex Shields] appearing in rapid succession, cutting the clearing in half and boxing the flankers out.
The wolves slammed into the shields and recoiled, snarling in result, their attention shifting to the new obstacle.
That left thirteen for Lukas.
They came in two waves, with the first four rushing in with their bodies low to the ground, and the second wave hanging back to read what he did.
