Haizea strolled through the clamour and flux of workers busy erecting a camp in the dark of early morning. The wolf pack, now almost entirely in human form, had settled near the edge of Gael Forest, not far from where their hunt had ended. The group was small; made up only of porters and messengers, and those needed to pursue Itzal and the Deargish girl, or Lile as Haizea now knew her.
Itzal had set the encampment back home on fire. Lile, in her current state, dead and shredded, couldn't be moved. Asier was trapped as a wolf until dawn. It was Haizea, then, who was in charge of two camps, one on fire, the other under construction. And, she had in her care a treacherous beta and a dead one.
The porters and messengers, all either rankless or of the lowest echelon, had been busy running bet
