The forest seemed breath differently at night.
Matt had noticed it once or twice before —the way the trees seemed to exhale as the sun went down, releasing the heat of the day into the cooling air. But here, deep in wolf territory, this breathing felt different. It felt like a deliberate hum, as if the forest was well aware of their presence despite the shroud and had decided, for now, to just let them pass. The forest could sense the energy of the Harkma. He was all too familiar with nature.
They had been walking for hours.
