*Jasmine Davis*
My eyes observed the torn tents that were set up as rogues walked around chatting with one another, carrying crates of food and other things, or setting up fires for warmth from the cold fall air. They seemed so civil. Hannah was walking next to me.
"We are almost to the eating tent," she said. I followed her silently as we neared a large rusty tent that had members coming in and out of it. We entered it and noticed there were pups sitting on the ground eating like it was their last meal. My heart clenched at the thought of they being their only meal a day.
"Hannah!" A voice called out to her. I shifted my gaze to see a middle-aged woman walking towards us with a basket full bread. Hannah turned to the woman and smiled. She welcomed her with a hug.
"Hi Isobel," Hanna gr
