Tiana
The storage wing was located in the eastern section of the pack house, far enough from the main living quarters that I had never had reason to venture to as a servant.
Gamma Rowan waited outside the main storage hall, a broad-shouldered wolf with graying hair and kind eyes that crinkled at the corners when he smiled.
“Luna Tiana,” he greeted warmly. “It’s an honor to work with you.”
“Thank you, Gamma Rowan.”
“Please, just Rowan.” He gestured toward the storage hall. “Shall we?”
I followed him inside, grateful for his easy manner. He explained the supply system as we walked, enlightening me on how inventory was tracked, how distribution worked, and which packs we traded with and what goods we exchanged.
It was interesting, actually. More interesting than I had expected it to be
