The Lunar Legacy
blanket, their breaths steady in the warm air, their tunics bright and clean, the air soft against their skin, their weapons set aside, the tension of battle replaced by the warmth of family, the sunlight illuminating their faces, the air thick with the scent of pine, honey, and the earthy musk of their closeness, their wolves—Luna, Shade, Ember, Boulder, Spark, and Dawn—lounging at the edge of the glade, their fur ruffled by the breeze, their amber eyes reflecting the sunlight, the glade a haven of love, their soft murmurs and laughter filling the space, the warmth of the forest a mirror to the joy in their hearts, the Frostspire a distant memory, the glade a sanctuary for their celebratio
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