The final days passed by in a blink.
Preparations were made, decisions finalized, and plans set in motion after much thought.
Tomorrow, Bloodmane would call the summit.
The fire had burned low by the time Mira finished speaking.
"By their pace," she said quietly, "Bloodmane's army will take about a day to reach the summit grounds. Maybe less if they don't bother resting."
Ryn nodded once, already running the timing in his head.
"And Central takes about half a day from Moonlight."
Ryn looked up at the night sky. The clouds were thin tonight, dark and stretched out like spilled ink on paper.
Cold air settled into his lungs as he exhaled slowly.
"Good," he said. "Then they'll already be marching by the time we arrive."
Jay shifted near the edge of the camp, glancing toward the dark horizon. "And the Moonlight Tribe?"
Ryn didn't answer immediately.
He turned toward Mira instead. Toward the people behind her, toward the determined eyes.
