Jen Horvath

The Wolf's Proposal

Night had almost turned to day from the fire in the midst of the camp. The drums had become a constant thrum in the background of the night, replacing the birds and as far as he could tell would have been the perfect cover for the clans to use to cover the sounds of their own movements if they wanted to strike early and catch them off guard. It’s what he would have done if he were them. The battle was to start in the morning and instead of eating and resting up, preparing their weapons, or reviewing plans, the whole of the camp had opted to feast and be merry as they may not have another chance for it. He did not ask to be a leader, did not want it. All he could think as he was staring into the fire with a hunk of roasted boar was he just wanted to be left alone.