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Kessler looked at me seriously. "Yes, but we must be careful. We don't know what they might be facing."

I dressed quickly as Kessler did the same. We left the house and headed into the forest, following the sound of the howling. The morning was cool, and the dew still covered the grass, creating a mystical atmosphere around us.

"Do you have any idea what they might be trying to tell us?" I asked as we walked.

Kessler shook his head. "Not exactly. But wolves don't usually come this close to populated areas unless something is wrong. We need to be prepared for anything."

We continued advancing, delving deeper into the forest. The howls grew louder and more frequent, guiding us toward their source. Finally, we arrived at a clearing where we encountered an unexpected scene. The same wolf pack we had seen the previous night was there, but this time they showed no signs of aggression. Instead, they seemed worried and agitated.

Kessler raised a hand in a gesture of peace and stepped forward.