The Fire And The Hound Chapter 2
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The Fire And The Hound Chapter 2
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Chapter 2 — The Campfire
The fire was alive.
It breathed, cracked, and whispered — not like wind or water, but something new. Something that chose to live.
The wolf watched it from the trees, eyes reflecting the orange light. Every instinct told him to stay hidden. Yet hunger and curiosity had learned to share the same body.
He came again the next night.
And the night after that.
Always the same: scraps of bone thrown into the dark, soft voices, laughter that didn’t sound like threat. The humans had begun to expect him. Some pointed. One — the scarred man — would always be the one to feed him.
He was taller than the rest, broader in the shoulders. The others moved when he moved. His scent carried no fear.
The wolf didn’t yet understand leadership, but he knew this one mattered.
Each night, the distance between them shrank.
A few steps at a time.
On the fifth night, the wolf stayed in the open. The firelight painted his fur in gold and shadow. The humans spoke in their strange rhythm, their words low and slow.
One of the women — her hair braided with feathers — hummed while she worked. The sound was like a stream under ice.