NARRATOR

Morning moved on and the line of werewolves advanced stealthily and in a hurry through the jungle.

Always alert, always watching out for predator attacks.

Fortunately, there were no major incidents—just a brief run from a small group chasing them—but they were all getting close to the first rest stop safely.

"Past those big trees, there's a lake that's pretty safe, the trunks keep big beasts from getting through," the experienced warrior told Verak.

Behind them, the others walked more relaxed.

"Hey, look at Drakkar carrying his female, why don't you do the same with me?"

Lyra watched the conversation between a woman and her mate with some amusement.

"She's a delicate she-wolf, but look at your feet, you could break rocks with those crusts."

"You little...!"

"Pft." Lyra covered her mouth to keep from laughing out loud, but the rest of the men weren’t as kind and burst into laughter and teasing.

The few remaining females smiled kindly at the woman.

Truth is,