The sun filtered gently through the patchy branches above, its warmth kissing the battered roof of the she-wolves’ encampment. Morning stirred reluctantly. Campfires hissed low as thin trails of smoke curled upward like breath rising from a tired chest.Calla emerged from her temporary quarters, an old hunting tent that had seen better seasons. She didn’t dress like a Luna today. Her hair was tied back, boots muddied, sleeves rolled.She set to meet Matt. He, Matt yawned, sword still strapped to his back like a second spine.“You didn’t sleep,” he muttered.“I didn’t come here to sleep.”Across the site, the kitchen wolves had already begun to stir. Claire knelt beside the main fire pit, tending coals. Brin returned with water pails sloshing at her sides. Oda was nowhere to be seen, she's likely gathering herbs or just finding solitude in the dense pines.A low groan carried from the eastern corner. Two she-wolves, Sana and Elri, struggled with lifting a broken tent pole. It leaned da
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