"She's become an Alpha Dire Wolf," Lumberling said, stepping forward. His gaze rested on Lunira, not with surprise, but with calm acknowledgment. "She's reached Knight Apprentice level."
While most of their soldiers had been stationed at the second base, her pack had taken on the responsibility of night patrols, hunting down any monsters that strayed too close to their territory. And Lunira had led every hunt.
As if sensing his presence, Lunira lifted her head and turned toward him.
The other wolves instinctively gave way.
With slow, measured steps, Lunira approached. She stopped just short of him and bowed her head low, an offering of respect. A sign of submission.
Lumberling raised his hand and rested it gently on her head. Her fur was thick, warm, and carried the faint hum of aura beneath the surface.
"Well done," he murmured, rubbing the space behind her ear.
She leaned into his touch.
