I was soaked in blood from all the wolves that I had killed. Some rogues were extremely inexperienced as if they had just started training. I asked Andrew if he had noticed the same thing, and he confirmed. In every single pack, at least the men are trained from a young age. In some out-of-date packs, they don't let the females train, but the males have the obligation to. I roared loudly to make the rogues stop for a moment. I wanted to avoid attacking innocent wolves that might be coerced into fighting. I had transformed back and was about to speak when I saw Ivy approaching me. Behind her were several wolf-form rogues, including a dirty brown wolf. She walked like a queen, her head held high and her walking steady. She was fully clothed, thanks to the Goddess, because I don't know how At
