C10 Whispers of the ancient

The pack den thrummed with a low, anxious energy. Elders gathered around me, their faces filled with concern. Anya, the woman from the packhouse, who I learned is the oldest and wisest of them all, examined the knife with a frown.

"I've never seen anything like this, Ruthni, in all my years" she murmured, her voice low.

"The markings…they suggest ancient magic, dark magic… from witches