Blue fire cracked in the dead of night, throwing jittering shadows across the walls of a tent that looked like it had withstood the tests of time.
Animal skulls, foxes, wolves, and a few larger unidentifiable beasts hung from fraying cords, their hollow eyes catching the light like silent witnesses.
There were also leather pouches bulging with dried herbs and roots, their scents sharp and earthy, mingling with the acrid tang of smouldering incense. Strings of dark, dried blood beads rattled when the wind slipped between the seams.
On low wooden shelves were bone fragments, sharpened claws, and jagged teeth carefully arranged. A pile of ash mixed with burnt offerings lay in one corner, while water-stained parchments and crude sketches littered the ground, sticky with red and black can
