The morning air was crisp and cool, a gentle breeze rustling through the trees. One by one, the camp stirred awake. Some stretched under the golden light of dawn, others gathered around the embers of the fire to warm their hands. The scent of heated rations and makeshift breakfasts filled the air.
Julian stood silently, sipping from a metal cup, eyes watching the horizon. Clarissa and Aya packed their gear, while Veronica lazily adjusted her gloves, and Emma hummed a tune as she stirred a pot.
After a quick breakfast, the group began dismantling camp. Tents were rolled up, supplies rechecked, and weapons strapped tight. The convoy of vehicles rumbled to life, engines growling in the silence of the morning.
As they drove through the winding forest trail toward the military outpost, Julian spoke without looking back.
"Last night, I killed a raven. It's been following us for days."
The group fell into silence.
