MY ADOPTED DOGS ARE ALPHA MALES
He looked around at his comrades, his chest swelling with pride at their unity and strength.
Amongst them, a circle of witches gathered, their hands linked as they murmured incantations of healing and restoration. The elder witch, her hair a cascade of silver waves, lifted her face to the rain. "Let these waters cleanse the earth of the bloodshed and sorrow," she intoned, her eyes closed in concentration. The others echoed her words, a soft chorus that weaved magic into the air, mending wounds and soothing spirits.
The scene was one of chaotic beauty as races and creatures who had once harbored mistrust now shared in the collective relief of survival and victory. They exchanged solemn nods a