Another village, another ruins. The snow fell relentless over her shoulders as she walked silently. She was the best tracker of her brother's squad and because of that it was her duty to find resources and a place to settle a camp, but the human village was empty—the wind ecoing through the damaged buildings. Houses, shops, doesn't matter, the war took everything and leaved nothing. Then, her ears perked up. What was that? He thought—eyes narrowed as she sniffed for source of the sound...
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