*Crack! *Rustle...
The crackle of the fire filled the area, steady and calm, as orange embers floated softly into the night sky. The rustling of leaves echoed all around, mixed with the occasional creak of old branches swaying in the wind.
A gentle whistle passed through the canopy above, brushing against the ancient trees that loomed atop—like sleeping giants.
The camp had been set up fully, tents arranged in a loose circle—one for each member of the group. They were worn, but held together well enough.
The campfire in the center lit up the surrounding, pushing back the shadows that surrounded them.
Its warm light flickered across their faces, bringing a sense of peace—even if it was just for a short while.
In the distance, the deep howls of unseen beasts echoed through the dark forest. Sometimes low, sometimes sharp, as if something was calling—or hunting. But the ice walls Biyo had raised still stood firm, shimmering faintly under the moonlight.
