Lisa: Their Strange Situation

LISA

As we make our way back to camp, I'm acutely aware of my three bodyguards following silently behind us. They've been stoic throughout this whole ordeal, even after nearly becoming collateral damage earlier. I wonder what they really think about all this.

Wolf's Landing comes into view after a mile of trudging through snow, a sprawling collection of tents and cabins. It's a far cry from the cozy apartment I shared with Ava in Westwood, but it's home now.

As we walk, I catch snippets of conversation from passing wolves. Most of it revolves around patrol schedules, supply inventories, and the latest gossip. But every so often, I hear whispers about the Grand Sage's strange inventions.