Third person pov.
After kylan ran for seem less hours, he arrived at the rogues stationed. spooky rogues armies stand firm blocking ways into their pack. They endlessly scan every corner of the places, sniffing the air.
They could raise alarm to any unfamiliar, Kylan hid himself inside a bunch of woods and leaves. breathing heavily, as he observed them vividly.
"The rogues are more secured, every corner right here is blocked with armies". He said, putting on a frown. As he continues watching and waiting for chances to get in. kylan waited, turning out he just chased after a blowing wind, there's no way to get in. He felt a bit hopelessness and groan every moment.
But then a stinky smell hit his nostril.
"what is that smelling blood?". He whispered with an irritated facial expression,
