The entire tribe, consisting of more than fifty men and women, made their way through the woods to a nearby glen, nestled beneath the towering gackaa tree. Its star-shaped leaves glowed a deep crimson in the twilight, casting a red hue over the clearing. With the wolves still being hunted, an air of unease permeated the gathering as they assembled at the edge of the forest.
Min stood with Sergen standing behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders. She found solace in the presence of his strong, towering figure, especially in that moment when her heart raced with worry for her mother's fate. "Do you think she's in danger?" Min asked, looking up at him.
