Theodore's POV
The morning sun cast long shadows across the territory as I made my way to the border with Kayne and several other gammas flanking me. The trader wolves had arrived exactly as scheduled, their caravan of weathered vehicles forming a temporary settlement just beyond our pack lands.
Their leader approached with measured steps, his brown hair catching the early light. Everything about his posture screamed submission, exactly what I expected from someone seeking permission to trade on my territory. He guided me through their makeshift camp, pointing out the various families who had made this nomadic life their own.
