Thunder rolls, lightning fashes, and the storm tossed waves of the sea smash against the stony shore of the isolated island. Beasts that are somewhere between humans and wolves slink through the bushes and trees, their ears lowered against the gale above their heads. Sharp, keen eyes fash warily through the pouring rain, peering at the path ahead.

But then the leader of the pack halts, raising a hand to tell the rest to do the same. The wolf in line behind him tilts her head to the side, whispering fercely, “What is it, Prince Kanin?”

The prince doesn’t respond, but growls quietly and unsheathes the sword hanging at his hip. With a lash of his tail, he barks ferociously and leads his warriors to battle.

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Their enemies are a different party of wolf-people, who seem to be taken off guard at the ambush. Swords clash together while howls and yelps of pain ring clearly through the raging storm, lashing the air with the sounds of war.

But above the sounds of fghting, a loud, screeching roar rends the sky, causing the clouds to whip the island more fercely than before. The wolves scatter, eyes glazed with fear as they stare at the mountain that sits ominously in the center of the island. Then with yelps of terror, each party turns and follows their leaders in opposite directions.

The roar rings again, forcing the storm to rage ever harder.