IT WAS midday. The sun is shining brightly in front of the training ground, where wolves of the brown-red clan in the land of Dravia were having their usual activities. Under the scorching heat of the sun, the prisoners captured were obliged to pay attention to battling with the guards. And there, in that area, Ergon went to see how everyone is doing. He decided to go to the training ground first before going to the riverbank, in the old oak tree. He'll be there to take his chances to see Adolfo and talk something important related to their relationship.
“This is how you scratch your enemy using your claws!” Ergon saw one of the guards, in his wolf form, almost hit the prisoner.
“Stop!” Ergon shouted at the top of his lungs to stop the guard against scratching the prisoner with his lon
