Cora scanned the field where the fighting had just taken place. Bodies of wolves, bears, birds, all types lay splayed across the tall grass, and she felt a piece of her heart break at the loss of unnecessary life. Many from within the village had come to see what was happening and it seemed involved themselves in the fighting. A group of people stood off to one side, bloody and worn looking. A lot were naked, indicating they had been lucky enough to survive the day in their true forms. She saw that Dennis was still lying in his bubble shield, his chest rising at a regular pace, and she knew he was alive and healing. From the corner of her eye, she spotted the Orange Wolf walking in the direction of a baby crying, the ring of fire still billowing behind her. Many of its inmates had sh
