Day 11 (swordmanship competition)

The morning of the swordsmanship tournament was cold. A thick fog hung over the field, making the stone stands and the weapons on the ground seem like they were ghosts. The dawn had just come, and the sun was nowhere near rising.

But the cold morning did nothing to stop the crowd. All over the arena were Wolves from all the packs filling the stands, their breath coming out in white vapors. A testament to how cold the air was even if their cheers said little ...