Having dodged the sneak attack, Feng Shan looked at the Black Wolf, his heart still pounding. He was surprised to see a look of regret in its eyes.
"You must really want to eat me, don't you!"
"GRRROWL!" The Black Wolf arched its back and curled its lips, baring sharp fangs in an angry snarl. Along with three other gray wolves, it circled Feng Shan, trapping him in the middle.
Feng Shan held his Type 56 carbine, facing the Black Wolf up close. He couldn't help but marvel at its size.
It was over two meters long, with a shoulder height of nearly a meter. It looked to weigh at least 185 pounds. A build like that made it a king among wolves; no wonder it could run rampant across the Tundra.
"If you weren't harassing the Crown Territory, maybe we could have been friends. But that doesn't seem possible now."
GRRROWL!
The Black Wolf continued to growl, circling Feng Shan and looking for an opportunity to strike.
