"Damn it, we've been chasing for so long, finally got the head wolf!"
Three men, covered in dirt and indistinguishable, approached the fallen wolf. The speaker was their leader, wielding a hammer and looking fierce!
The third man asked, "Boss, now that we have the wolf, should we start moving tonight?"
The second man scoffed, "Nonsense, the temperature is rising now, if we don't act tonight, the corpses of those animals in the cave will rot, and the fur won't sell for a good price."
The leader didn't speak, he examined the surrounding ground, his brows furrowing,
"Not good, someone's been here?"
"Who?"
The second and third men immediately became highly alert, looking around warily!
The leader was evidently experienced, analyzing with a serious expression,
"Judging by the footsteps' force, it's likely sailors from the sea, there's a dock at the foot of this mountain!"
