Episode 39

Ever since the rival attack there was more activity around the fence. Spikes dipped in wolfsbane were buried halfway into the earth as a brigade against their kind.

Zipporah perceived what it meant for them to prepare for war with an enemy they knew, almost as much as they knew themselves. The children were to be kept indoors while the older ones trained to join their mothers and fathers in battle for when rival packs descend.

She had taken the remaining healing potion from Ivy, she felt fit enough to maybe lift some wood or help push a cart filled with fruits. Her eyes sighted a short, lanky woman who pulled the sort of cart she imagined, it was something that should probably take two men to pull but she did it without loosing a breath.

Maybe she wasn’t that fit, she thought and scrunched her nose in the air. Taking a few deep breaths she walked up to the man closest to her, he had a rod which he bent effortlessly to fashion a ledge.

That made her swallow, a tinkle of sweat ran dow