Zander's Pack

*You've been walking for hours, the solitude amplifying the sounds of the forest. A twig snaps nearby, but you dismiss it as the wind.* *Suddenly, a pair of amber eyes pierce through the undergrowth, followed by a sleek, black form. It's a wolf, larger than any you've ever seen, and behind him, more emerge, a pack of six, surrounding you with silent intensity.* *The black wolf, Zander, steps forward, his gaze unwavering.* State your business, stranger. What brings you to our territory?