They ventured deeper into the cavern. The air grew hotter, and faint roars echoed in the distance. Soon, they encountered a group of three magma wolves guarding a narrow path.
Oliver's grip tightened on his spear.
"I'll try to draw them out one by one."
"Good plan," Isolde said, leaning against the wall again as though this was all a casual game to her.
Oliver hurled a small stone to lure one of the wolves closer. The beast snarled and pounced. Oliver met it with a spear thrust, catching it in mid-leap. But the other two wolves charged together, forcing him to retreat quickly.
"Tch—!" He backpedaled, barely avoiding their snapping jaws.
Isolde didn't move, only called out calmly, "Use the terrain. Back toward that narrow spot behind you. Don't let them flank you."
