Night settled fully over White Wolf territory not long after patrol assignments were finalized, swallowing the mountains beyond the village until only dark outlines remained against storm-heavy skies.
Rain still drifted steadily through the trees, softer now than before but persistent enough that the ground beneath our boots had turned slick with mud and fallen pine needles. Lanterns lining the main paths cast warm pools of gold across wet stone while wolves moved between patrol stations and housing quarters preparing for long rotations ahead.
The entire territory felt restless. There was no chaos, thankfully. White Wolf never descended into chaos that easily. But restless in the way wolves became when instinct started picking up something the mind had not fully caught yet.
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