Chapter 616 - Helping The Wolf (End)

The marsh still held the memory of fog, thin curtains that drifted between black reeds like shy ghosts not ready to vanish with the coming day. A lazy wind rolled across the water, lifting the smell of wet earth, old fish, and the faint salt that always clung to dawn near Ashwyre. Dew beaded on every blade of grass, fat pearls that caught the orange hints of a sun still hidden under the horizon. In the half-light, the small camp looked less like a camp and more like a secret—one word out of place and it would dissolve.