Tour

POV Vanya:

The morning sun hit my face the second we stepped out the heavy back doors, washing over my skin in a warm, golden wave. After fourteen years locked in a damp, freezing underground cell, the sheer expanse of the sprawling pack lands stretching out before me felt like a waking dream. The air tasted rich, thick with the scent of damp moss, fresh pine, and the distinct, grounding aroma of