In the lush green jungle, old trees towered into the sky and dead leaves littered the ground. The air was filled with the chirping of insects and birdsong.
Taking a gentle sniff, the damp scent of the soil entered the nostrils, followed by a thick foul stench and the smell of rotting carcasses.
——As expected from a random airdrop, we've landed right into a wolf's den!
Three small wolf pups barely half a meter tall cried out from the rear.
Eleven adult Conical Wolves stood in a straight line right in front.
The Wolf King, who was in the rear, stood on all fours, seemingly having just finished a meal, with fresh red blood still hanging from its mouth.
"Slurp——"
A thick pink tongue slipped out, licking away the residue at the corner of its mouth.
The Wolf King exposed its sharp fangs as it stared menacingly at the five uninvited guests, slowly inching closer step by step.
With its approach, the rest of the Conical Wolves began to move as well.