Chapter 33 ;- And the Pack Breathed
For a time, Ironfang simply breathed again.Not with celebration.Not with forgetfulness.But with the steady rhythm of a pack that had survived the breaking of its own bones. Morning returned first.The horns sounded at dawn as they always had, low and resonant across the valley. The sound rolled over stone walls and forest edges, stirring wolves from sleep and calling the pack into motion. Warriors stepped into the training yard with the familiarity of routine. Steel struck steel in measured rhythm as blades crossed in practice. Dust lifted beneath boots and paws. Commands rang out not harsh, not desperate just disciplined. Life had not restarted. It had continued. Pups darted between the outer pillars of the courtyard, their small bodies tumbling over one another in chaotic games of ch
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