I made my way out of there, the sounds of Oryn's crew beginning to stir behind me. The heavy thud of timber being moved was like a war drum for the revolution I was starting—a revolution of nap times and wooden slides. Hehe.
I found Noah near the half-finished perimeter of Oakhaven. The sheep-tribe's village was coming along beautifully, but the scene in front of me was pure chaos.
Noah was standing with his hands on his hips, looking every bit the King as he pointed out structural flaws to a group of builders. But any air of majesty was severely undercut by the fact that Fenric was sitting on a nearby stump, looking like he had just survived a hurricane.
The cubs—my sweet, hungry little terrors—were currently using Fenric as a personal jungle gym. Raiden was dangling off his left ear, Phina was attempting to scale his head by tensing its tiny claws in his thick hair, and Lyra, who should be quiet by the way, was buried deep in his fur, letting out a muffled, demanding mew.
