Chapter 63 The Flames Of Honor

• ‎Two days had passed since the return to Red Crow. Grief still hung thick in the air, quieting even the most spirited warriors.
• ‎In the great forest clearing behind the pack house, the Red Crow gathered. Torches burned around the edges, casting a golden glow on the rows of fallen warriors laid upon carved wooden pyres—each one wrapped in crimson cloth embroidered with gold feathers and wolf sigils.
• ‎At the center was Orion, the leader of the warriors.