The campfire crackled under a darken blanket of the Aurora skies, its amber glow casting shadows across the forest clearing.
The scent of roasted venison filled the air, rich and smoky, as fat dripped onto the flames with a satisfying hiss. Rex lounged against a log, his eyes glinting with mischief, his roguish grin illuminated by the fire.
He turned the spit, the meat sizzling, and cast a glance at the figure across from him.
They where multiple students to across both sides of him, and across from him, sitting on the log over from him to be precise.
Inside the cabin was warm, but due to the barrier around this places, the outside was cold yes, but not life-threatening cold, rather it was now cool and refreshing.
Moca sat on the other log over, her white hair shimmering like moonlight, her crimson eyes fixed on the flames with an intensity that could freeze blood.
It was clear that she was in deep thought.
