Third Person's POV
The June 18th moon hung in the deep-blue night sky, its silver light cascading like gossamer.
The stars paled in its glow.
With palms together and heads bowed, they silently prayed to the Moon Goddess, facing the direction of their homeland.
If the mission failed, they would perish here. They hoped their spirits might return home, to catch one last glimpse of their loved ones.
Their pheromones blended with the pine and frozen-earth scents of home, carrying a touch of tragic resolve.
Setting out with this resolve, every street in the border city was etched in their memory. They could navigate by scent and sound alone.
Their wolf ears twitched at the faintest sounds in the wind.
Lance and his team were already in position near the guard post. His cedar pheromones,
