Hours earlier, Jasmine had gone out with the pups.
There were thirty of them around the same age, their laughter filling the air like music, and there were four warriors with them plus a tutor.
As usual, Jasmine would allow them to explore the woods, teaching them how to survive as she did as a lone wolf, sharing skills that could only be learned in the wild, her heart full of quiet pride every time they succeeded.
It was a special skill they learned only from her, and they loved the fact that they could explore the woods so carelessly, their feet pounding against the earth, their voices echoing through the trees.
Naturally, the warriors would always be there to ensure their safety, silent shadows watching from a distance, ready to intervene at the first sign of danger.
Jasmine was always able to track each and every one of them with the sound of their voices by pretending there were enemies in the woods, turning survival into a game that left them breathless with excitement.
