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Forest. Dark and almost impenetrable. He seemed to freeze in anticipation of something terrible, fateful. You can not hear the singing of birds, the chirping of insects; not even a breath of wind was felt. And around - pitch darkness, not allowing the pre-sunset light to penetrate into its territory. The forest was getting ready. He was preparing to take into his coniferous embrace the wolf brethren that were in such a hurry to come here.

Yes, in a few hours the night of the Blood Moon will come. The time when the power of the Wolf becomes prohibitive, almost limitless. A time when even the Hunter is practically helpless before the Beast. At this time, the Wolves are merciless and ruthless, they destroy those who threaten all wolf clans - the Hunters. There will be a fight. A fierce fight that leaves no hope that both opponents will come out of it alive. No, either one survives, or no one. Someone is bound to fall.

Since time immemorial, there has been a war between Wolves and Hunters