The rest of the pack met the same fate in short order, the team's coordinated efforts and power overwhelming the beasts.
Within moments, the pack lay dead across the mountain peak.
Moon nodded in approval at his team.
They'd reacted fast, instinctively, without panic. Priya hadn't frozen when targeted, she'd defended herself and created an opening. The others had moved to protect their teammate without being told.
Overall, they were quick-witted, cautious, and most importantly coordinated.
These were traits that Moon valued in fighters, markers of hunters who'd survived enough dangerous situations to have sharp instincts.
At their level of strength, these were the things that were expected of them.
"Good work, everyone."
The three new members straightened slightly at the praise, and Moon could see a bit of their initial reservation easing already.
Working alongside him was doing more to build trust than any order ever could.
