Wolves
Zane stored the hearts he had gotten from the wolves he had killed in his space ring.
He stared at his bloody hands, they were a reminder of how he had to get the heart, he began to manipulate mana.
It formed water, he used the water to wash his hands, making sure they didn't have a trace of blood on them.
He glanced warily at his surroundings, after making sure that there was no one following him, Zane continued on his path.
He walked cautiously through the path he had chosen to take, so far he hadn't encountered any other monsters in the dungeon.
His thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt as he moved out of the bushes.
" A cave." Zane muttered.
His mind went through a number of possibilities; it was possible that this contained resources, but then again, it could be the wolves cave.
Black horned wolves couldn't live in the wilderness without any shelter, they needed a home.
And a cave fit all the requirements.