Lacking Humanity|Half Crescent

Chapter Thirty-Two (Rewritten)

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Grey's comment didn't make much sense at first, until they went through the underbrush of Oak Wood, the thick forest had been a surrounding barrier—But did not house any Nymphs for Sage or the witches to converse with.

Odd, but Sage hadn't the chance to make a proper note of the matter, not when the height of the trees was starting to strain her neck as she gazed to the top, curiosity getting the best of her. It was as though the forest was attempting to compete with the size of the mountains and goddess, she was tempted to climb one.

With the in-betweens starting to grow thin, the line of the pack had started to conjure into a single file—Worrying her as she couldn't see the end of the pack to where Grey was, nor the front off where Severin and Elena were.

We're almost there, Sage. Calm that heart of yours for me.

Andy whispered, and she huffed in response. Her breath joined into the air with a fog of white clouds.
It was strange enough to see the rest of the wolves panting along, but they ran for the majority of the way—Hoping they could make it before nightfall. And they were blessed with the warning howl that sounded off in the distance. This caused Sage to rise to sit up as Andy threw his own back in response.

It was the perfect clause for other wolves to start rummaging this way and that, but thankfully her advice of putting the witches in the middle and away from harm had been met.

Especially when Yaxel growled in warning the Coyote and Badger to stick to his side.

A few males had shifted all around, and those in fur weaved between them. "What business do you have, Rogues?" The question remained in the air, and sure, they looked like they were migrating for the winter.

But that was not the case.

"I'm Luna Hera of Half Crescent. This is Alpha Andy...We're here to speak with Alpha Julian." She decreed, and thus, the males turned rigid. Of course, they were warned of the possibility of housing refugees.
They didn't think it could become a reality so quickly.

"We'll take you to the pack house. Follow us." The male instructed, and Sage nodded and held tightly to Andy's thickening fur. He sent a warning growl to her, which she had snickered at—Knowing full well it was because she changed her name again on him without confirming it.

Not that either Julian or Alanna would know of Andy's Luna's name, which was never fully addressed in the letter. Instead, Sage smiled at seeing the onset of houses. She assumed the large ones were communal—Almost like the library in Crescent Moon, it was used for the school and the rest of the pack. However, the houses were small, perhaps just a room or two inside.

She knew what that meant, as Andy had explained it before—It allowed the pack to save supplies but also did not give so much space to heat up.

Realistically, all a wolf needed was a living area, kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom.

As they grew further into the town's center, some bigger houses started to come through. All with the rustic edge of a cabin feel.
Just outside the house, mountains of firewood stacked each angle and then some, though Sage had a feeling that it wouldn't be enough for this winter.

"It's so pretty here." She whispered off to Andy, but one of the Oak Wood Males had huffed his appreciation to the comment. Yet it soon placed Andy at the forefront of strangers being too close to his Luna. His fur hiked up to warn them off, and if that didn't do the trick—His risen muzzle to reveal his sharp teeth was enough to scare the scout or warrior on the opposite end of this escorting party.

"Andy, please be nice...They're helping us." She softly spoke, running her hands through his fur, which earned her a ruffling shake of his head. He attempted to look up, though his efforts only ended with her hand returning to his temple.