Chapter 21 - Elite and Evolving
Smoke curled gently into the morning air, carrying with it the rich, mouthwatering scent of sizzling meat.
With his heightened senses, Tave could pick up every nuance of it, the savory fat crisping, the subtle sweetness of charred flesh, the earthy undertone of wild boar.
He sat at the edge of the forest, worn out and dirty, his face smudged with grime, his clothes carrying the scent of blood, sweat, and ash.
In front of him, a small campfire crackled quietly, flames licking beneath a spit where thick cuts of boar meat were roasting slowly.
A well-earned breakfast.
Fang darted back and forth through the grass nearby, yipping loudly, his energy boundless now that the sun was up.
During the night, he had moved like a silent predator, true to his Shadow Wolf lineage.
But in the daylight?
He was every bit the playful, loud, and reckless pup he still was inside.
"Happy, buddy?" Tave asked, smiling as he glanced over.
Woof woof!