In a tent dimly lit by a magical lamp bleeding a soft blue light...
This was the largest tent in the {Willow Direwolf} settlement, and it belonged to Roc. It was located right at the very center of the camp. Despite that, there was a wide ring of emptiness created by the encirclement of the other nearby tents.
With sweat beading on his temples, Cain nervously glanced between Roc and Ambrosia who were too busy giving one another death glares.
They had been here for a few minutes already, but not even a word had yet to be exchanged.
Since it was a private meeting, they were the only ones in the tent. Shadow and a few Direwolf Guards stood outside, but that was about it.
Cain cleared his throat, keen on ending the uncomfortable silence.
"Now that you are here, Ambrosia, we can discuss further on what to do?"
Ambrosia turned away from Roc to face him, a pleasant smile on her face,
