Ryder
They returned to the winter kingdom and waited in their accommodation for the sun to shine on the pack once more, and when it did, they packed up and made their way to the packhouse. She looked at the leadership still tied to those support beams and asked Pappy if the pack was ready to move.
They’d been seen packing carts and many were loaded up and tied down, ready for them to move on. They weren’t big carts, and she thought just used for hauling things around the pack, but it did look as if each family here had their own.
“They are, for the most part,” Pappy nodded. “Will be by high noon.”
She nodded and looked at the four wolves. They were still alive, but bloodied and broken, she could see, “How do you like it, being treated like this?” She muttered. None of them said anythi
