She keeps one hand on him without thinking about it, the way you touch something familiar just to know it's still there. Nearby, the white one's already given up watching the treeline, content to just be near. The fire does what fires do, the wolves do what they've always done, and for a while nothing out past the light needs finding. Some nights the only thing worth watching is what's already close.
The huntress sits close to a small campfire in a forest clearing at night, warm firelight the only source of illumination against the surrounding darkness, flames casting a flickering amber glow across her face and fur-trimmed winter clothing. A large white wolf lies stretched out on the ground beside ...
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