Night grips the city again and Hector slips between gates and fences on his way to the rail yards north of Downtown. The city prospers and grows up around the old yards, slowly shrinking the expanse of waste ground as new warehouses, buildings and roads fall into place. A few more lights have gone up, puncturing the safe shadows between workshops and empty wagons.
Hector finds a certain pleasure in the challenge of navigating the changing landscape.
Despite the changes, the old yards feel like home. They are home. Core of the pack's territory and for the moment, still the spiritual heart of their holdings.
Finding a spot framed by wagons a pile of building materials, the Cahalith sits and waits for his pack to gather. There is a situation to discuss and a plan to form.
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