"Everyone, fire at will! Don't hold back!"
Anthony bellowed.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Crack! Crack! Crack!
The gunfire erupted like a storm from the depths of the canyon, and another group of Predators fell instantly.
"Damn it, retreat!"
With fewer than forty Predators left, Lincoln saw the tide turning and quickly led his men in a hasty retreat.
The black wolves didn't give chase; they just stared coldly at Anthony and his group, as if ready to launch a second attack at any moment.
Anthony signaled his men to stay put and calmly stepped forward.
"Don't worry, he's using animal language to communicate with these wolves,"
Sandra explained, seeing the confusion on everyone's faces.
After a brief exchange with the black wolf, Anthony finally felt his nerves unwind.
"How did it go, Chief?"
