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The eerie silence that followed Hazel's plea was abruptly shattered by a spine-chilling howl, sending shivers down her spine. As she anxiously awaited her fate, the wolf in front of her unexpectedly shifted its attention, its fierce gaze now fixed over her shoulder, gawking an unexpected guest.

Turning to look, Hazel was met with another shocking sight. A massive black wolf, majestic and imposing, had emerged from the shadows. Its fur glistened in the moonlight. The ominous darkness that enveloped the night. Without a moment's hesitation, the black wolf charged at the intruder, and a fierce battle erupted. The blow was a chaotic dance of fur, fangs, and snarls. The two wolves wrestled, their movements a blur of primal charge. The black wolf displayed a lethal grace, its killer instinct evident in every calculated strike. Against this formidable opponent, the brown wolf could only accept its forthcoming defeat. It retreated, dashing into the depths of the jungle, conceding to the autho