{Casper’s Pov}
From where we crouched, the woods offered us cover and a vantage point. I watched the decoy team sneak from the shadows with terrifying precision. Just over twenty wolves. Coordinated with no words. Just nods and silent steps.
The elders who served with Tyrion moved with a grace that made me re-evaluate myself. Fluid, focused. The youngest among them, a lanky grey-coated wolf named Vann, scaled a low outcrop near the eastern edge and gave a sharp whistle.
They were positioned when chaos broke like a dam.
Explosions of noise, firelight, and motion burst through Osiris' eastern camp’s exit. The traps we set earlier oil-soaked logs rigged with tripwires caught three of their guards off-guard… ironic as that might sound, slamming them into the undergrowth with painful force
