Winter arrived in the Snow Fork Mountains with gentle snowfall and strong northern winds. Wayfinder moved camp further from the mountain and deeper into the forest, under the cover of trees. The mountains were dangerous this time of year, with avalanches and occasional flash floods that could decimate a camp like ours.The migration was smooth with the additional help of the eager former rogues, who had fully integrated into the pack as if they were always there. Marcel took several under his wing as a foster father figure, while Reginald, Margot, and Ophelia — who was over fiber crafts —took on the rest. The new arrivals put me out of work, covering most of my rotation duties. I was grateful for it. The cold made old injuries ache. My back, my shoulders."You're in as bad a shape as I am, kid," Gabe chuckled, rubbing salve on my shoulder blades."I had a lot of bad falls in Snow Pointe," I countered with a groan of relief as the salve loosened my tense muscles. "If I'm being honest,
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