Literature
WoR: Wolf Hunt
As the sun drew a close to the day and the moon washed the open grasslands of Warrenfall with hues of blue and white, Fey looked to the sky and watched the twinkling of the stars. The subtle flicker of life a constant reminder that the world was far bigger than it seemed and yet here they were, alive and well. It was a daunting thought to be alone in the universe, especially considering they had no idea how far it spread it's dark fingers, but one had to imagine that life was special and that it was something to be cherished. She looked to her companions, watching as Three-Nine adjusted the headpiece she wore while Cayde lounged on his back, snoozing with a subtle snore lifting up every now and again. As the moon crept higher and higher, Fey eventually nudged Cayde until he woke up, sneezing in the process. She rolled her eyes at him before speaking, "it's time to go. The wolves will be on the hunt soon and we have to patrol. Gotta get rid of the pack or, at least, scare them
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