A large, robust wolf stood proudly on a protruding stone.
It was the one that had just launched a surprise attack on A Mi.
The glittering tuft of silver fur on its forehead confirmed its identity.
They had been living in this forest for several months.
A Mi and her tribe had learned the survival rules of the forest.
There was a king in every area.
The wolf that just attacked A Mi was the ruler of a nearby area.
Furthermore, wolves are inherently social animals.
Thus, a group of other wolves with considerable strength gathered around it.
The elite among them were no less than level nine Werewolves!
Their power was already at a high rank of the Saint Realm.
Yet, they were just a group of animals.
If their intelligence were slightly higher, what fearsome creatures would they be?
The number of beasts driven by this Wolf King was nearly a hundred.
And they were not weak.
A Mi and her tribe had defended against these beasts on more than one occasion.
