Beauty and the Alpha Beast
The warriors lean into it, joining with low growls and deep, resonant howls that echo through the trees and mountains.
Slowly, almost impossibly, the cold, gray earth beneath our feet begins to change. Tiny green shoots push through the frost-hardened soil, trembling toward the pale light of the waning moon. Flowers, delicate and vibrant, burst open in sudden clusters, painting the blackened battlefield with swaths of color.
I breathe in deeply. The air is different, warmer, sweeter. The heavy scent of decay is replaced by the fresh fragrance of damp earth and blooming life.
It’s spring.
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