The camp was quieter that night.
Not peaceful.
Just… less uncertain.
The survivors moved through the clearing with more purpose now, their conversations less guarded than before, their movements less scattered. Small groups had started forming naturally—some gathering wood, others reinforcing shelter boundaries, others training even after the light had begun fading through the trees.
Nyra noticed all of it.
Because she had learned long ago that people revealed themselves most clearly when they thought no one was paying attention.
And right now—
They were still deciding what this place was becoming.
She stood near the edge of the clearing, arms folded loosely across her chest as she watched two younger wolves argue quietly over supplies near the fire.
Not aggressively.
But tense e
