Night takes the lead in this interlude as the story slips into Sombra’s senses—cold ground, wet leaf, and the quiet math of the hunt. She moves like a thought between trees, tethered to Kenshiro by a single watching eye and a bond that feels both instinctual and chosen. The forest becomes language: scent, weight, distance, intent.

What follows is a lesson in restraint and purpose. The hunt tests judgment as much as fang; loyalty draws the line between daring and recklessness. Strength, it turns out, isn’t only about teeth or speed—it’s about returning to the threshold with more than a win, carrying proof of care and a path forward for the pack.

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