What Aren thought was supposed to be their base was actually just a large camp, sprawling with a network of tents and transport vehicles—mostly temporary facilities
Makes sense. Wildlands are unpredictable after all. Building something to last is a surefire way to disaster.
Aren sat on the edge of a reinforced cot, his hands resting loosely against his knees as someone wrapped fresh bandages around his palms.
Around him, the rest of the group had been gathered together, each in varying states of recovery.
Daniel leaned back slightly, one arm raised as Emily managed to duck inside and secure a wrap around his torso.
Marcus and Iris were sat nearby as well, both looking much better than they were before. Especially Marcus, who had to keep moving and fighting even whilst he was already injured.
That was when Commander Justus stepped into the room, taking a look at all the Urban Hunting Club Members before speaking.
