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The alphas held a council. Scarback, the lead hunter, argued for a desperate push into the territory of the River Stone Pack. “We fight them for their herds or we die,” he snarled.

On the fourth day, they crested a ridge and saw them: a herd of elk, two hundred strong, packed into a narrow valley where the snow had melted into slush. They were slow, exhausted, perfect. hunstu

The elk saw him. A young bull stomped and snorted. But Hunstu did not charge. He did not snarl. He simply walked—steady, patient, unhurried—and the elk began to move away from him. Not in panic. Just a step, then another, then a slow drift toward the eastern slope. The alphas held a council

And from the edge of the circle, a quiet voice said, “I know where the elk are.” On the fourth day, they crested a ridge

The winter that earned Hunstu his name began with a silence.

Where Threetoe stepped out. The elk turned from him, flowing toward the southern gully.