Dawn spills over Eden, soft gold and violet washing the wild’s western edge—Oakenspire’s hum pulses low, a steady thrum on the breeze. Fiona crouches by the camp’s fire, her red hair unbound, spilling loose over her shoulders—green eyes gleam as she twists vines around her staff, testing their strength. Tobal strides in from the ridge, wild hair slick with dew—scarred hands flex as he drops a cracked OAK shard—brown eyes scan the group: “West’s humming—traitor’s gone.” Rafe paces the camp’s center, hazel eyes sharp—his dagger flips fast as he mutters: “Kin’s quiet—something’s off.” Becca leans against a gnarled tree, broad shoulders tense—blue eyes fre under her shaved scalp, axe spinning slow in her hand—yang hums hot. Cal kneels by the roots, tall frame bent—spear lies ft—gray eyes trace the earth: “Roots echo—new pulse.” Valentine prowls wide, shaggy gray fur rippling—yellow eyes fre—his growl cuts the air, scenting beyond.

  The OAK roots murmur, their voice smooth and yered: “Rift’s echo calls—west wakes.” Tobal nods—scars tighten—voice steady: “Something’s rising—check it.” Fiona stands, unbound hair swaying—green vines pulse: “It’s a rift in Eden—new kin’s close.” Rafe’s grin fshes—dagger stops: “Uncle’s out—cousins in?” Becca steps forward—axe spins—growls low: “I’ll greet ‘em—sharp end first.” Cal rises slow—spear lifts—gray eyes steady: “We scout—careful.” Valentine surges west, gray shadow slicing through—Chaos hums—Oakenspire’s echo swells—Fiona’s voice cuts: “Move.”

  Storm stomps restless—midnight hooves paw—Tobal mounts te, scars warm, brown eyes locked west. Fiona walks ahead, staff humming—red hair flows free—green eyes pierce the mist. Becca strides beside, axe twirling—yang fres—blue eyes catch dawn, shaved head glinting. Rafe darts forward, wiry frame weaving—hazel eyes glint: “New blood—let’s py.” Cal trails smooth, tall shadow shifting—spear swings loose, gray eyes sweep—the Knights spread out—Valentine leads, shaggy gracefulness bounding—the wild thickens—OAKs sigh—Tobal calls: “Ridge—there.”

  The west ridge looms, trees twisting dense—a rift hums low, bck mist swirling—traitor’s gone—new kin emerges—tall, feathered, amber eyes molten—gray cloak shimmers—OAK staff glows—Eden’s wild coils, probing. Fiona’s vines surge—green tendrils sh—staff fres—feathered kin sways—voice hums: “I seek—not fight.” Tobal’s whip uncoils—scars fre—steel shes—kin deflects—rift steadies—brown eyes lock: “Prove it.” Rafe’s daggers fsh—silver arcs—grins: “Talk fast—bird.” Becca’s axe sweeps—yang roars—blue eyes bze—kin’s staff hums—rift softens—OAKs whisper—kin says: “Kin fell—I mend.”

  Fiona lowers her staff—green eyes soften—vines ease—rift quiets—she breathes: “New kin—truth?” Tobal dismounts—brown eyes darken—voice firm: “Who sent you?” Rafe steps close—dagger spins—spits: “Cousins better—traitor’s toast.” Becca’s axe stills—blue eyes steady—growls: “Show it.” Cal’s gray eyes soften—spear dips—murmurs: “Roots hum—rift’s his.” Valentine circles—yellow eyes watch—snarl fades—wild eases—feathered kin kneels—amber eyes glow—“Eden’s call—I answer.” Rift fades—mist clears—OAKs hum—wild opens—new kin waits.

  They gather—Storm snorts—Tobal’s scars shine—brown eyes settle—boots press earth. Fiona ties her hair—red strands loose—staff dims—green eyes linger. Rafe flips his dagger—ughs: “New kin—fresh game.” Becca slings her axe—blue eyes calm—yang cools—Knights breathe—wild steadies. Cal leans on his spear—tall shadow—gray eyes sweep—Valentine pads close—shaggy guard—Oakenspire hums—roots weave—OAK sings: “Rift’s echo—west turns.” Day 17 fades—sun climbs—traitor’s echo dies—Eden shifts—Knights watch—new kin rises.