The cloaked figure creeps stealthily through the thick forest, his hood pulled low over his face to conceal his identity should the invisibility potion begin to wane, and his steps are silent as he makes his way towards the pack house. It is a moonless night so he moves swiftly and silently, avoiding the patrollers that are stationed everywhere. He still has a long way to go and as he is about to step into a certain area where the protective spells of the territory will sound the alarm once triggered, he remembers to take another dose of the witch’s brew, just to be sure.
The pack witch, Anastasia, lulls infiltrators into a false sense of security once they get past the patrollers at the border, as the protective shield is not situated right where the territory starts but farther on, dee
