Then he opened the regional rankings and felt his expression go flat. After six hours of sleep he had expected some slippage, but fifty-second in the American region was not what he'd anticipated. Elias Finch sat at first place, five full levels ahead. Don closed the rankings without comment. At thirty-five, Finch could equip that gold-grade longsword, and a gold-grade longsword at that level turned leveling into something mechanical and efficient. The math made sense.
It didn't make it less irritating.
He pushed the thought aside. Wolves first.
Fifty silver coins bought them a teleport to Ghost Wolf Village. The moment they stepped outside the village boundary, the canyon opened up around them, gray and wide, the kind of landscape that looked exactly as hostile as its name suggested.
The wolves were everywhere.
