Zane
By afternoon, the camp had settled into its own rhythm. The noise of morning weapons practice had faded. The boys around the horses moved with routine confidence now. From the river, a fine, cool air drifted between the trees, bringing both calm and a warning. In the mountains, the weather never stays the same for long, and for a body that is healing, even a little cold or exhaustion can steal back a step.
That was why I decided we would walk today.
Not far. Not forced. Not the kind that would bring a fever back by tomorrow. Just enough to tell blood and muscle, you are alive, you can move, while giving her mind something too. Proof that the presence of wolves does not always mean they will hurt you.
When I reached my tent, Elariana was already dressed. Her hair was simply tied
