I padded silently behind Alpha Valerius Stone, my wolf form allowing me to observe every detail of the Obsidian Claw Pack's territory without drawing too much attention. I had expected a rogue encampment, perhaps a collection of shabby structures built by outcasts. Instead, what unfolded before me was a thriving community that rivaled the Silver Crescent Pack in its organization and development.
Neat rows of houses lined well-maintained paths. Pack members moved with purpose, carrying out daily tasks with efficiency. The central area bustled with activity – merchants trading goods, children playing under watchful eyes, and warriors conducting training exercises.
