The northern border was a ridge of grey granite that jutted from the forest like the spine of a buried giant. Lira stood at its base, the early morning sun warming her dark fur, and studied the territory beyond. The trees here were different — ancient pines, their needles a deep blue-green, their trunks straight and tall as cathedral pillars. The air was colder, crisper, carrying the faint mineral scent of distant mountains. This was the domain of the northern packs, wolves who had lived in isolation for so long that they had become almost legendary to the southern territories. Hardy. Fierce. Suspicious of everything beyond their borders.And now she had to convince them to join an alliance."Your five escorts, as promised," Kael said, appearing at her side. Behind him, five wolves waited in a loose formation: Vestra, her scarred face set in its usual grim lines; Thane, trying very hard to look like a seasoned warrior rather than an excited yearling; two Ironmaw fighters whose names L
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