The siege stretches into its twelfth hour without a single coordinated assault, and the absence of violence begins to erode morale in a way open battle never could, because wolves are built to respond to threat with action and now there is nothing to strike, nothing to chase, and nothing to bleed against.
Vampire forces remain stationed along the ridges in disciplined rotating formations, and their movements are calculated rather than aggressive, which confirms that they are conserving strength rather than expending it, while our patrols mirror them along the interior perimeter and maintain distance without engaging.
No blood is spilled.
No gates are tested.
No boundary is breached.
And the quiet begins to feel intentional.
Reports through the mind link lose their urgency and settle
