Violet
Drifting noises separate from the running wheels of the carriage reached my ears. I pressed my face to the window, stunned by the chaos as we emerged from the last burst of trees.
It was just the outskirts, but it was far busier in its own way.
There were wagons, smaller carriages, and wolves moving around, carrying heavy objects and wares. Some appeared to even be marketing them in small groups. Children darted between legs. Wolves in human form haggled over goods while their counterparts in wolf form prowled the streets freely.
It was loud, and messy in a way that differed from the routine organization of the inner district.
"Welcome to the Capital's outer district," Ila mentioned, but my eyes remained glued to the surrounding area, transfixed as the speed of the vehicle slowed while we progressed inside. Within seconds the dirt roads and ground became tiled.
