He pinched his nose, feeling extremely frustrated at the lack of progress. He needed Amara, desperate to have his hands on a white wolf, one who would earn him a small fortune and finally let him retire, sick to death of endless missions and tasks, given to him by the military. Just one wolf and he would finally be free.
"Commander", his assistant said, a skinny lad with large glasses atop his head that made him look rather comical, "it's been confirmed that Amara's a white wolf, why is it taking so long for you to make a move? Why can't we just take her now and be done with this whole damn thing" he snapped, thoroughly fed up as well, and the commander raised his eyebrows, deep in thought.
"We don't have the numbers to just attack and take her" he pointed out evenly, despite having t
