"Howl——"
A clear wolf howl echoed from afar, instantly breaking the tranquility of Nox Lorn.
Truth be told, the combination of the night sky and a wolf howl inherently has a mysterious sense of alignment, as if they were born to be together.
In usual circumstances, when adventurers hear this distinctly non-human sound, they often perceive the owner of the howl as the ultimate enemy they must face, with the sound heralding its imminent arrival.
However, at this moment, Leon blinked and said:
"Don't you think this sound seems rather familiar?"
Hearing this, Maru and the others nodded, expressing their suspicion: "This howl, purer than anything Dal could produce, could only be made by a true wolf, which means..."
"Yes, I think so too, which means..." Leon continued the thought.
"No need for deductions, it's the Half Wolf from the Battle Festival."
Gapar ended the conversation with a single sentence.
