POV: Aphrodite
Sleep is impossible after the scouts are detected.
We've retreated to a more defensible position, backs against a rock outcropping that protects our rear. The stone is cold and damp against my spine, residual moisture from afternoon rain still clinging to its surface. The Nightfang wolves are circling our perimeter, close enough to make their presence known but not engaging. A power play, reminding us they could attack whenever they choose.
The waiting is worse than fighting would be.
