Zafira Nightvale POV"Mother, today is the third dawn moon already..." Vaenya Hollowmere’s voice is edged with heavy panic, her snout trembling real fast inside the den cabin. "Zafira gave our camp a strict pack deadline: three dawn moons to return every single trade token and vacate this valley mountain territory house completely! But eighty million tokens? So far, the best our hands have managed to scrape together from the patrols is thirty million tokens, and our claws haven't even started packing a single wolf pelt!""Our camp is absolutely not paying back a single token to her pouch! Our paws are not moving out of this valley house! So what if her beast growls at our name?" before Donna can say a single word, the old pack matriarch—Elder Mrs. Grimfen—shouts at the top of her lungs, slamming the wooden table with a heavy, hairy paw. "The territory scroll deed has got my son's name written on it by the pack elders! I would like to see that little upstart Nightvale pup try to do som
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