The moment the long, echoing horn reached them, Martin and the others froze.
That was the Wolfteeth Tribe’s signal horn.
Elder Earthwolf had given strict instructions earlier— if anyone encountered danger or found the golden python’s cave, they were to blow the horn immediately.
Now that it had sounded, it could mean only one of two things: either Landwolf’s team was in trouble, or they had found the serpent’s lair.
“There’s something going on. Let’s move,” Martin said quickly.
“Right, go!” Wolfnine didn’t hesitate.
The five of them broke into a brisk run toward the direction of the horn.
After about ten minutes of trekking through the dense forest, they arrived— just as Elder Earthwolf’s team emerged from the opposite direction.
It was clear the horn had come from Landwolf’s group
