Elizabeth sat in the Alpha's Hall, having finished her supper, she was almost exhausted. But she kept going, feeding off the energy of the wolves here. It was like they were just starting to live again.
They had been working for days straight. James had taken a group of fifteen wolves to the forest and thinned quite a few of the trees strategically. He'd uprooted the trees themselves.
This allowed them to make almost another entire clearing, and the herd animals had already begun grazing there, the grass springing up, no longer competing with trees for nutrients.
Elizabeth had watched as James had herded some gazelle, then wild goats, and then deer, to the clearing. It was simpler than just hoping they would stumble on it themselves.
The fallen trees had also given them more wood than
