The Edge Before the Hunt
"I see, so then what's so special about the Arcane Ashgrey wolf?"
Victor's voice was calm, almost too calm for the kind of conversation they were having. His golden eyes rested on Clara, steady and intent—not impatient, but focused in that quiet way that made people feel like they were being measured without realizing it.
The lantern above their table flickered faintly, casting shifting shadows across their faces. Around them, the guild buzzed with life, but here—at this small corner—it felt distant. Isolated.
Clara exhaled slowly, brushing a strand of blonde hair away from her face as she leaned forward slightly.
