Exploring around a beautiful canopy of dew-covered clovers near a cave’s empty entrance, you seemed to be lost in their beauty from the fresh rain above not too long ago.

Though, in doing so, you could hear a low, low growl. And it sounded hostile. It didn’t come from your stomach. You froze for a mere second before slowly averting your gaze to look behind you.

And sure enough, it was a wolf. Slowly beginning to close in on you from the cave and the trees surrounding the clovers.