The aftermath of Solara and Zephyros' clash was evident in the surrounding forest. Their brief but powerful exchange had left the once serene area in ruins. Trees were uprooted, grass flattened in wide swathes, and small fissures had cracked open the earth beneath their feet. The raw power of two disaster-ranked wolves was an overwhelming force, and their reunion had tested the very landscape.
High above, Canna hovered in the sky, watching the destruction unfold below. It wasn't a fight born of malice, but the intensity of their emotions had spilled into their power. Now, as he saw the wolves nuzzling each other affectionately, the tension dissipating between them, he decided it was safe to return.
Canna landed gracefully on the ground before the wolves, his white cloak with gold edges billowing slightly in the breeze. Zephyros, still on edge from the battle, immediately turned his gaze toward Canna, his stance shifting from calm to one of hostility.
