In the dense forests of the north, where the moonlight filtered through the canopy like silver threads, Fog prowled silently on the outskirts of the vast human camp. His fur, a blend of shadowy greys and muted browns, helped him blend seamlessly into the night. As a spy wolf appointed by the Great Council, it was his duty to gather intelligence on human activities that threatened their kind.
Tonight, Fog had discovered something alarming—an expansive human camp that stretched far beyond anything he had seen before. The scent of humans and their metal machines hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid stench of fear that clung to the forest like a lingering curse.
Creeping closer, Fog observed with keen eyes the movements of the human soldiers. They were not here for mere exploration
