War

The air became colder and the howling of the Silverhounds became more haunting. Their huge, sharp fangs were much longer than the normal mountain wolves. Their huge, scraping claws that never fail to allow them to climb in trees and grappled onto their prey. Their silver-hued eyes that resembled the bright, gray moon.

They were the pioneering predators that have always been on the top of the food chain.

But they won't back down. With their torches, shovels, and rakes, the people stood with the burning passion to protect their territory, and they won't hesitate to show what they are made up of, if the wolves advance any further.

Polo shrugged his shoulder and sighed. “I guess we would really have to do it in the hard way, huh.”

His sadistic, blue eyes glowed sinisterly as his lips formed a grin. “Well then if you insist on protecting this place too much, then I'll just destroy