Ambrosia POV
A few days passed. Elijah was busy- busier than usual, he’d admitted. Work had piled up while he was out, and it was taking a lot to get things going. We’d talked on the phone every night since- it was harmless talk. He told me about his day, about pack management, and the roles of his cadre, and the problems they faced as an ever-growing pack with so little land.
He asked about moving farther up the mountain, and I explained the closer to my cottage, the denser my miasma grew. As it was now, enough wards could cleanse the space well enough, with some buried totems and sachets and things, but the closer he got, the harder it would be.
I pitched him an idea he was tossing around. Rather than building houses for each new pair, why not build an apartment building? Wolves liked
