Few weeks prior, they came together just eight days ahead of the due date.
Half a thousand wolves arrived at the edge of the Southern Confederation land - more wild packs gathered than anyone could recall. Not even Torres's wide valley, built for smaller numbers, kept up with the flood. Shelter after shelter rose on nearby slopes, filling every open space. Night brought flames from cooking pits, scattered bright across the dark ground. Sound moved through it all - the pulse of clans from distant regions, each shaped by separate histories, distinct rhythms, lives lived apart yet meeting now.
