Caelan POV:
Travel sharpens wolves.
Not with noise or aggression, but with clarity, the kind that settles into the spine and reminds every wolf exactly where they stand. The moment we cross our outer boundary, I feel the shift move through those with us. Postures tighten, awareness spreads outward. Formation locks in without a word spoken.
We don’t ride like we’re expecting trouble. We ride like we’ve already decided what happens if it arrives.
Rhydan holds steady just behind my shoulder, presence quiet but unmistakably alert. Since Elara’s bond with Velarys settled, the Luna–Gamma connection has strengthened something in him — not reckless, but protective.
Elara rides beside me, composed, Velarys present beneath her skin. Four of my patrol leaders follow behind us, disciplined enough
