Sora’s POV
The supply tent is quieter than the wounded tent.
There's an older soldier inside. He's counting bandages. He's missing the lower half of his left arm. From the elbow down is just gone. He isn't wearing a prosthetic. The wound looks like it was scarred over years ago. But the edges of the scar are black. A typical silver-amputation mark. The kind of wound a wolf can't heal.
He counts bandages with his other hand. One pack at a time. He pushes them across the table. He doesn't use Mind-link. He counts under his breath. With his voice.
I'll figure it out later. That's a habit he kept from after his Pack got scattered. He doesn't have a Mind-link to connect to anymore. His Pack is gone. He's a living Rogue. But he didn't become a real Rogue. He stayed here.
He looks up when I
