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Arthur's boots pounded against the forest floor, his breathing seemingly ragged as he darted through the dense forest.
The wolf's crimson eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger and pursued him relentlessly. Its snarls echoed through the trees, a haunting sound that promised death if it caught up.
Further back, the group tailing Arthur watched with amusement and intrigue.
"Hehe, he's running from a wolf," one of the players chuckled, nudging his friend. "And here I thought summoners had all the tricks."
"Looks like he doesn't," another quipped, shaking his head. "That's what happens when you're all magic and no stamina."
The leader of the group, however, wasn't laughing like the rest.
His eyes stayed locked on the wolf's movements.
'There is something off about this wolf—the fluidity of its attacks, the way its muscles coiled like a spring, ready to strike. It didn't move like a regular wolf.' He thought.