Maxwell and his team soon found themselves trapped in a battle where they were heavily outnumbered. The entire pack of Blood Hounds attacked from all sides, making escape nearly impossible.
Fortunately, they managed to hold their ground until dawn. As the first light of morning broke through the forest, the Blood Hounds finally retreated to the shadows. Though they had strength in numbers, they would lose their greatest advantage once daylight stripped away the cover of night.
Reluctantly, the pack withdrew, as if forced to abandon what they had thought would be an easy meal, a large slab of meat in the form of Maxwell and his exhausted team.
