Later that day, the afternoon had arrived and the sun hung above the sky. The usual breeze was absent and the heat was creeping up.
Far away, dark clouds could be seen approaching, they would soon cover the sun and cover the whole mountain in a blanket in a blanket of darkness.
The leaves and grass blew slightly as the air rushed above the ground. The contrast between the heat from the sun and the air rush from below was very unnerving.
Many wolves could be seen having their mouths open and their tongues extended out, they were panting like they had not had water for a long time.
Their lack of sweat glands caused them to have to resort to this to disperser the heat in their bodies.
Still, something seemed to be happening around the vicinity of the mountain. All the wolves moved in an orderly fashion.
They moved in groups of two and three, sometimes four, all with a clear destination. They weren't patrolling, they were just…moving.
