One of the wolves lunged at Borak, snapping its jaws dangerously close to his snout. Borak stomped the ground, kicking up dirt and forcing the wolf to retreat a step.
Arthur smirked, calling out, "Borak, don't just scare it—time to remind it who's in charge!"
Borak snorted deeply and charged forward, his tusks threatening the wolf.
The wolf sidestepped with surprising agility, darting around to try and flank him. Arthur chuckled. "Clever little furball, aren't you? Too bad you've got Borak to deal with."
The wolf attempted another attack, this time aiming for Borak's side, but the boar spun just in time, his tusks catching the wolf's shoulder.
-25HP
"Nice one!" Arthur called, his grin widening. "Keep it up, Borak. Make it regret trying to fight you."
Meanwhile, Hank circled high above, his sharp eyes fixed on the second wolf. The wolf snapped its head up, tracking the hawk's movements with a wary growl.