The days in the small village were peaceful. She learned that the village was that of the Sapphire Lake Pack, named for the lake ear the village that was as blue and as clear as a finely mined sapphire. It was a remote village.
The nearest town was a few miles away and it was at least a week's ride from the Imperial City, but it was beautiful, nestled in the shadow of two great mountains and settled at the bottom of the valley.
It was nothing like the Emerald Twilight Pack's town, and Laurel was grateful for it.
Like most packs on the border, most of the young men had joined the war efforts. The women took care of the children and the transportation of food and supplies.
After checking and rechecking her message, Laurel delivered her letter to the village postman.
He looked troubled as he looked down at the letter.
"Is everything okay?"
"Of course," he said and placed the letter in his bag.
"I just... haven't heard from that rascal in a while.'
