The green and endless fragrant grassland, the gentle breeze blows, and the moonlight is like a thin veil, gently covering this new green. The dark night sky was dotted with stars, like a chess game dotted with stars. The sound of hooves could be heard in the distance, followed by a cold howl that cut through the night sky. In this world of predators, being hunted is an inevitable fate. In the cold wind, the cold air was filled with the smell of fishy blood, stimulating the sense of smell of the animals on the grassland. A snow-white rabbit moved its short legs in an attempt to escape from the whirlpool of killing. It took the last bite of delicious alfalfa and felt the wind blowing behind it. A pair of silver eyes conveyed a dangerous message. The king of the grassland, Silver Wolf Saylor.