Draven scoffed. Then he laughed, the sound incredulous as it echoed through their small campsite.
"Self-pompous Morales fools," he said, shaking his head while picking up a piece of dried meat from his plate. "Where do they all even get their sense of superiority from? Thinking they're better than all the other packs." He bit into the meat, chewing slowly. "Always irks me to have anything to do with them if I'm being honest."
They were deep in the woods now, far from any roads or settlements. The Velkarin healers had set up camp in a small clearing, the fire crackling in the center while they took turns on watch. Dante was unconscious on Thalia's lap, snoring softly. His skin had returned to a healthy pink and his injuries had closed, but he still hadn't woken.
Thalia giggled.
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