Present:
Clara
I walked the halls under the mountain after my last shift, not even bothering to return to my home to wash or change. The strange silence that surrounded me was grating on my already frayed nerves. Strange because it was the middle of the day, members of my pack passed by me, but not one of them said a word.
Terse nods were exchanged by some, brief glances by others, but no one spoke. These halls had once been filled with laughter, joyous singing, the warm sounds of friendship and family. It was as if someone had killed the spirit of our pack.
Not that I found the gloomy atmosphere within the mountain surprising in the slightest. With the convoys regularly supplying the Night Stalkers outpost, our own food stores were running dangerously low. The people were slowly star
