The region started speaking to me in the third week after the keeper's meeting.
No voices.
Nothing that direct. It was more like the way a room's temperature told you to think about a building before you'd really studied it... information that arrived before your conscious mind caught up to it.
Walking the fortress's lower corridors, I felt the east wing's distress before I could see it: a dense, low-frequency weight pressing in from ahead, matching precisely the three feral-episode records from that area in the past six months. Out on the outer wall, the boundary frayed in particular sectors the way a rope frayed under tension... not broken, but working harder than it was built to work.
My wolf stayed close.
It shows you the gaps. The places where the damage has been held down inste
