Jiro POV

Four days later, Jiro stood in the mists as the wind whipped his fur without cooling the air. Fog and smoke swirled on the horizon, and flickering fire spirits patrolled, talking to each other in hisses and crackling only they understood.

To the east was Evenhide Territory. To the west, Crimsontail land. North of the mist and smoke was the wood elf territory. Their party stood right on the point where the three kingdoms intersected and overlapped, marked by a stone with ...