Dawn broke over the Veynar settlement in muted shades of pale gold and grey, the morning mist burning away to reveal a crisp, clear sky.
Inside the house in the Feline Spire, Sol opened his eyes. The deep rest had done its work; the lingering spiritual strain from his Layer 3 Peak stabilization had settled completely into a steady, silent reservoir within his chest.
Beside him, Kira and Zeyra were already stirring, shifting beneath the furs with quiet, half-awake murmurs before rising to gather their gear.
After a quick morning meal of dried smoked venison, essence fruits, and fresh spring water, the three stepped outside into the brisk morning air.
The whole tribe was already wide awake. The grand bonfires from the previous night had burned down to mounds of grey ash, but the atmosphere remained charged with purposeful energy. Warriors moved with practiced efficiency. Supplies were checked. Spears and shields were inspected one final time.
