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Wild Rose turns her head from Jonathan and Aly to their third companion, still kneeling, her gaze sharp as ever, though it softened slightly when it landed on Adesina. “Adesina,” she said, her voice calm but firm, “I see you’ve found your way here. Good. Your brother and sister need another set of hands.”

She gestured toward the stew and the firewood. “Jonathan’s got his focus, but he can’t carry it all alone. And Aly’s got energy to burn, but she needs someone steady to help her channel it. You’re here now—make yourself useful.”

Rose let her eyes linger on the three for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, without turning, she asked, “Where’s your wolf brother? I’ve not seen him recently.” Her tone was casual, but there was weight behind the question, a subtle thread of concern woven into her words.