He opened his eyes. Yes, he had sensed it: the Moon Lord was near.<br/><br/>Standing on top of a snowy hill which overlooked a strange human facility, Lethal sighed. The way over here had been no picnic, and he had to ensure the rest of his plan would go without a hitch. His silver-black fur rustled in the snowy winds, making him almost out of place.<br/><br/>He sensed other wolves too, something he had not felt for eons. Honestly, he'd thought they were all dead; there had been no trace of a scent of any until this point. Lethal moved his gaze from the facility which he was originally fixated on and notices a figure in the distance. The figure is almost congruous with the snowy ground, had it not been moving Lethal would possibly not have noticed it.<br/><br/>"A white wolf..." Shocked was Lethal. He'd expected other wolves - ones looked differently upon because they were not considered to be "mystical, pure white wolves." Deprived by the legend he was to open the gates with his blood, yet he held a connection with the Moon Lord. Perhaps his blood could be of use as well; silver-black wolves were not frequent in hoary and modern times. He could still smell the scent of the Moon Lord strongly.<br/><br/>"Alright, guess I'll have to play nice... I really wish Bryan were here right now." Lethal sighed, remembering the old days. In a trice, he shook those thoughts away and proceeded to stride down the hill.