*silence, except for crickets chirping, and the wind whistling gently through the leaves on the trees*
It's quiet.
Perhaps too quiet.
The wolves are nowhere in sight, but I can smell them. Hopefully I'm just imagining it, or it's the border marker drifting this way because of the wind.
My patrol is small, six strong. If the wolves laid out an ambush here, we'd be gone before we could call for help....
This page is somewhat pointless, but it is important to the plot~
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