NARRATOR

MEANWHILE…

Still far from the royal pack, Lyra, Drakkar, and their people were struggling to survive.

"Use the oars!" Drakkar shouted to the other warriors, following his mate’s lead.

"Don’t raise the sail, the wind’s too strong!"

Before Lyra could warn him, the animal skin acting as a sail slipped from Lorenzo’s hands and flew off with the wind.

Lyra was starting to regret crossing this stretch of sea just to reach the High Packs' lands faster.

"I'm sorry," Lorenzo muttered, frowning