The stars glimmered gently in the sky, the moon now soft and gentle, no longer pouring divine tears, just watching silently from above. Below it, the Silverfang grounds had transformed from a battlefield to a place of celebration.
Bonfires danced in the open fields. Long tables were lined with food: roasted meat, thick stews, sweet berry tarts, and golden-brown bread. Children ran freely, their laughter echoing, as drums pounded a rhythm that filled every chest with life. Wolves howled in celebration. Warriors laughed and cheered, toasting to survival.
The packs had gathered; Silverfang, Crimson Dusk and Moonlight Crown, For once, there was no rivalry, no tension, just joy.
