Kael
Shafts of moonlight pierced through the canopy of the Red woods, turning the dense dark vegetation into the faded colour of old blood. The trees here grew differently than in other forests, taller, their barks darker, and their leaves a faint crimson hidden underneath the green that never seemed to fade regardless of the season.
Moss clung to their bases in thick carpets, and the undergrowth was dense enough to hide multiple threats.
Which was exactly the problem.
I moved through the terrain, my paws silent on the soft earth despite my size. Close by, there were multiple wolves fanned out in formation, setting checkpoints, placing equipment, and marking boundary areas we had been setting up for the past three days.
My ears swiveled, tracking every sound. The rustle of leaves. The distant call of small critters and birds, and the careful breathing of my wolves.
The annual Culling Hunt was a month away, and preparation was everything.
