The piercing howls of wolves echoed across the wilderness for half the night, clinging like maggots to the bone and keeping everyone on edge.
It was not until the dead of night that the chilling calls gradually thinned out, ultimately drowned out entirely by the howling wind.
The camp at Wild Horse Slope was brightly lit with bonfires, and the guards on night watch stared wide-eyed, not daring to let their attention slip for even a moment.
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