Ulric, Gadu and the rest of the Werewolf lot were still very new to this environment.
However, Lenny had spent two hundred days in this place running around for his life.
He knew a good amount of the place by at least the next two kilometers by heart, and a good show was about to unfold.
Because in this nightmarish dystopian world, where mutations and horrors ran rampant, a cluster of seemingly innocent trees stood tall, their gnarled branches poised like giant hammers, waiting patiently in the darkness.
The moon hung low, casting an eerie glow upon the scene, illuminating the figures that prowled beneath its pale light.
Ulric, brave leader of these werewolf Assassins, moved with sinewy grace at the forefront of his pack. Beside him, Gadu, his loyal assistant, followed, his senses alert to the slightest disturbance in the air. Unbeknownst to them, they were walking straight into a trap meticulously set by their cunning foe, Lenny.