The courtyard of Greywolf's Pack had been transformed into a vibrant tapestry of colors and sounds. Banners representing various packs waved in the wind, showing the solidarity of the tribes in Silverwood Falls. The aroma of grilled meats, newly baked bread, and blossoming wildflowers filled the atmosphere. Laughter and music now filled the atmosphere, a stark contrast to the tense silence of weeks before.
Eleanor stood on the edges of the crowd, feeling proud as she observed her community rejoice in the peace they had fought for. The soldiers of Greywolf combined forces with troops from Silverclaw, Darkwood, Bloodmoon, Blackmoon, and Ironclaw, putting their disagreements aside to celebrate their joint success. Kids ran quickly between the adults at the party, laughing and showing their cherished innocence.