The Blood Wolf Hunt – A Mission That Bites Back

You track the beast to a moonlit gorge, its den littered with gnawed bones. The plan? Simple. Lure it out with bait, spear it from a ledge. But Primal laughs at plans.

The wolf doesn’t charge—it vanishes. Silence. Then snarling echoes from three directions at once. Turns out "Blood Wolf" was a trio all along. Your tamed cave lion bolts. Your torch sputters. And now you’re backpedaling through the dark, swinging a club at shadows while the pack circles.

Pure caveman panic. No HUD, no help—just primal instinct versus Primal’s AI at its meanest. When you finally drive a spear through the alpha’s ribs, it’s not victory you feel. It’s relief. And the nagging sense you just made the other two really mad.