Calculated Silence

The transit out of the Rogue Kingdom toward Flint Magnus lands unfolded without a single complication. Suspiciously so. No ambush squads. No swirling black fog. No tainted winds, no sightings of Vex, not even the faint prickle of hostile eyes tracking them from the brush. That persistent vacuum of danger set every wolf on edge.

Inside the convoy, hours slipped by in dense quiet while endless stan