Grant’s perspective:

The faint smell of smoke in the distance draws me from our camp, through the surrounding woods, and out to a ridge that overlooks the plains leading to The Den. A stream of dark cloud rises from the earth and trails into the sky. Wisps of the blaze’s fog are carried with the breeze to infiltrate my anxious senses.

Rushing to my side, Emily asks, “What is it?”

“The Den.”

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