An Ning stood up from the rock on the mountaintop, then crouched beside it and spread out her spiritual power.
On the ridge to her left, she discovered wolves.
"So many!"
An Ning felt her scalp tingle at the sight. All told, there were thirty to forty gray wolves.
They were arranged in an orderly formation. At the very front were a few slightly sick and weak old wolves. Behind them were strong, mature wolves. In the very middle were the pups and some pregnant she-wolves. The rear was also guarded by strong wolves, and the very last one was clearly different from the others—dominant and bloodthirsty.
The moment An Ning's spiritual power reached them, the alpha wolf at the very back even turned its head, as if it had detected her spying.
'Animal instincts are truly sharper than any human's.'
An Ning shifted her spiritual power away from the alpha wolf and continued to observe the pack.
They were migrating.
