Sounds of growls and yawlings were all over the place as the battlefield became slick with innards.Many wolves had been killed mercilessly, some howling in pain, some trying to keep up with their opponents but nothing could change the fear that was lingering in their head.Lucian and his warriors were almost at the edge of losing.The battlefield had baptized in blood and the bitter, rotten scent of corpses emanated from it.
Lucian groaned as he was wounded after the attack of countless wolves all together at him.Metalic taste of blood rose up in his mouth as he killed another opponent and spit out the blood.He was panting heavily, eyes roaming around the whole area as he realized most of his warriors had been killed and just handful of warriors are left who are struggling against the oppon
