Under the golden embrace of the setting sun, the wolf-kin village glowed with warmth. Wooden homes caught the fading light, their surfaces gleaming as though brushed with liquid fire, while long shadows stretched and merged, weaving a scene that felt almost otherworldly.
From the corners of the winding streets, children darted past, their playful shrieks and laughter carrying through the air like music.
Thin ribbons of smoke curled lazily from rooftops, dissolving into the sky as if the heavens themselves were drawing them away.
Kael walked the familiar paths at an unhurried pace. Street by street, he passed through, pausing now and again to exchange words with those who greeted him.
His presence carried a quiet weight, yet his gaze softened with each encounter.
Night crept steadily across the horizon, but the village did not feel burdened by it. Instead, it breathed with a quiet serenity.
