The last embers of the feast faded into ash, and the great clearing emptied slowly, wolves drifting to their dens and bedrolls with the weary contentment of a day well spent. Lira remained at the edge of the assembly grounds long after the others had gone, watching the stars wheel overhead in a sky so clear and deep it seemed to swallow the world. The air was cool, carrying the first hint of autumn, and the torch-flames had burned down to flickering blue hearts.Tomorrow, the teams would depart. Kael to the western mountains, Mera to the northern passes, Aria and Lira to the Crystal Mere in the eastern wildlands. Others would scatter to the remaining weak points, armed with seer knowledge and the fragile hope of a united world. The Compact of the First Wound was no longer a dream. It was a reality, signed in pawprints and whispered vows, and it would be tested in the days to come.But tonight, there was still a quiet space between the planning and the execution, a pocket of stillness
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