Golden Glade Born of fire, bound to nothing

Aitana’s amber eyes sparkled with amusement as she caught the mischievous twist to Mictec’s smile. “Oh, I don’t doubt that for a second,” she replied.

Her gaze flicked skyward, following Mictec’s line of sight to the shifting clouds. The darkening horizon.

When Mictec spoke again, Aitana’s grin grew, wider and more genuine, as she stepped closer to the other wolf. “Work, huh? Lucky for you, I’m not afraid to get my paws dirty,” she said, her voice carrying its usual teasing lilt. “Though don’t get too used to me being this helpful. I’m more of a ‘help with flair’ type than a workhorse.”

Her grin returned, sly and confident. “I’m curious to see just how rebellious you can get.”

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