Orange Lantern の小説・ストーリー

( At the Lunar Festival) By nightfall, the courtyard was ablaze with life. Lanterns floated like small moons above the crowd, their warm light dancing across fur and silk. Wolves moved to the rhythm of pounding drums, their shadows stretching and leaping with the flames of the bonfire. The scent of spiced meat hung heavy in the air, mixing with the sharp tang of pine. Elora stood among them in flowing silver robes, her hair catching the firelight like threads of moonlight. Kerric’s arm circled her waist as pack members approached, raising goblets in her honor.