The celebratory feast was a breathtaking spectacle. The air, still carrying the scent of freshly turned earth and blooming wildflowers, throbbed with the joyous cacophony of howls, barks, and the soft, melodic songs of the Night Howlers. Mountains of roasted boar and venison, glistening under the moonlight, were surrounded by steaming cauldrons of hearty stews, their rich aromas mingling with the sweet fragrance of wild berries and baked apples. The packs, once fiercely independent and often at odds, mingled freely, sharing stories and laughter, the echoes of past conflicts fading into the background as bonds of friendship and mutual respect were forged anew. Wolves from rival territories, who once stalked each other with suspicion and hostility, now shared food and exchanged playful nudges, their differences seemingly erased by their shared victory. The older generation, their faces etched with wisdom and the scars of countless battles, observed with quiet satisfaction, their eyes r
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