While the knights made short work of the adult ice wolves, Arthur and his hunters had already slipped inside the pack's den.
"Light the torches," Arthur whispered.
Several hunters immediately produced torches, coaxing them into a gentle flame.
The warm orange light flickered to life, dancing across the rough-hewn walls of the cave. The air was thick with the rank, musky scent of the pack.
Their eyes swept the interior, quickly finding their
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