The sun of Arcadia was beginning its slow descent, casting long shadows on the giant conifers that bordered the village.
As Sulyvhan rounded a basalt outcrop on his way back from training, he came face to face with a group of Lycans led by the Patriarch Van himself. The wolf warriors stopped dead in their tracks. Their faces, marked by the scars of many tribal wars, lit up with a glow of excitement as soon as they laid eyes on the young man. Van stood in the center, towering over his subordinates with his size and overwhelming aura.
"What are you doing here?" asked Sulyvhan in a calm voice, his hand resting on his sword.
The Patriarch stepped forward. "What a question..." spoke the Patriarch with a carnivorous smile that revealed his sharp fangs. "We are here to fight, of course!"
