Sato's Affinity, Part One
The first day was an uneventful slog. We marched along from the time of our departure to the Sun's. Finally, we concluded our day with the usual routine of setting up camp.
While scouting, we heard a chorus of haunting howls echoing throughout the twilight sky.
According to Mizuno, it belonged to a pack of timber wolves. Based on the low pitch of the howls, she also deduced they were hunting. Knowing that we opted for high ground. It took the form of a tall, mossy boulder with a relatively flat surface.
Of course, sleeping would be uncomfortable on solid rock, even with our animal-skin bedrolls. However, it was better than getting torn apart in our sleep by predators.
Some banter was exchanged before bed, but it was limited to being between the two brothers. The rest of us devoured a portion of our packed rations before sleeping, minus Mizuno.