NARRATOR

"Aztoria, you have to find the Breath of Life! It always grows near the Cassiopelas!"

Lyra shouted at her she-wolf, clutching her dress as she ran through vines and roots.

The trees shook around her, sweat soaked her skin, and small animals scattered in fear, fleeing the giant chasing behind.

She jumped over a fallen log, dodged a branch, crouched and climbed, all while being hunted by the shadow of the fierce warrior.

"There! Over there!" the Alpha sniffed with the wind in her favor.