Wolfsven came out of his tent with a smile. He admired the sun painting the still-dark skies with a beautiful red and orange.“You seem to be in a good mood, young man,” said a slouching old man with a chest-length beard.Wolfsven bowed at the elder. A sickle hung at his belt. “Today’s gonna be a full moon, Ulfang! It’s the best time to harvest the grain.”Ulfang grinned, showing missing teeth. “Well then, enjoy the harvest. We’ll have a feast later while dancing under the moon.”Then a screaming child covered in sweat caught their attention. He was running out of the forest.“Everyone, wake up! We’re under attack!” the child said. He shook every tent, disturbing the sleeping tenants.“Pavlo?" Wolfsven asked. “It’s early morning! What prank are you pulling off this time?” He then pinched the child’s cheek when he reached him.“B
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