Chapter 10
The Fox's Deception
A cunning fox tries to lead them astray with false promises. Corvus's sharp observation and Ragnar's caution prevent them from falling into a deadly trap.
The wind, usually a playful companion to Corvus, felt sharp and biting against his feathers. It swirled around the jagged rocks where he, Luna, Ragnar, and Willow huddled, a desperate knot of fur and feathers against the encroaching dusk. Snowflakes, fat and lazy at first, were beginning to fall with a determined intensity, promising to bury the world in white. Corvus shivered, not entirely from the cold. The whispers of the wind, once a source of comfort and guidance, now carried a frantic edge, a warning he couldn't quite decipher.
"It's getting darker," Willow murmured, her gentle voice barely audible above the rising gale. She nudged closer to Ragnar, her soft fur brushing against his sturdy flank.
Ragnar grunted, his golden eyes scanning the swirling snow. "And colder. We need to find shelter, and soon." He flexed his powerful shoulders, his gaze never straying from the desolate landscape. He carried the weight of responsibility for