It's Hard to See The Stars Here

In the center of the Southern Warren, the marketplace was alive with a constant hum of activity. Despite the early winter chill, it served as a hub for commerce and cooperation. The cavern was spacious and well-lit by torches, providing a stark contrast to the frigid world beyond its walls. Wolves from all walks of life intermingled as they engaged in the delicate art of trading, their breath visible in the cold air.

Aresenn walked through the stalls with purposeful, although preoccupied, strides. His bright red coat contrasted against the golden hues of the cavern and caught the attention of some onlookers. Despite the bustling activity around him, his thoughts were elsewhere, consumed by a growing dissatisfaction. The new Warlord's orders had confined him to this neutral zone, a decision he followed but still struggled against. It was hard to allow himself to be walked back from the progress he had made with Sirius. But for the sake of continuing to see her, he would bear it.

Pausing at a booth laden with various armaments, Aresenn ran a paw over the hilt of a finely crafted dagger, the cold metal grounding him momentarily. He had no real interest in the wares; it was a distraction, a way to pass the time as he waited for Andromeda. The thought of their impending meeting giving him a feeling of restlessness. His gaze flicked around the cavern, taking in the sight of other wolves engaging in trade, their voices blending into a low murmur that filled the space. Fighters demonstrated weapons, healers explained the uses of various herbs, and hunters haggled over the value of their catches. It was a picture of unity and cooperation, yet Aresenn couldn’t shake the feeling of being out of place.

"Aresenn"