The Rhythm of Wolves - Part 2
The morning after the gathering felt strangely alive. The valley woke slowly, yet the air shimmered with quiet energy, like the earth was humming from within. Wolves moved through the camps with an ease I’d never seen before-sharing food, tools, stories. No guards at the borders. No challenge growls. Just rhythm. When I stepped into the sunlight, pups were already playing in the field where the circle had been drawn. Their laughter rose and fell like the echoes of last night’s song. The grass where they ran glowed faintly, a trail of light that vanished when the breeze passed over it. Dominic joined me, a cup of tea in one hand. “No fights, no broken bones. I’m impressed.” “Give them time,” I said with a smile. “Peace is louder than war, just slower to start.” He tilted his head towa
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