The night sky was a canvas of inky darkness, adorned with scattered stars and a pale half-moon that cast eerie shadows over the land below. The air carried a crisp chill, a quiet whisper of the looming night, while the grand werewolf city pulsed with life. Laughter and chattering voices intertwined with the soft hum of music, creating a symphony of celebration.
Exotic carriages, drawn by majestic beasts, rolled smoothly through the wide streets at a leisurely pace. Each carriage bore the insignia of powerful families, their status reflected in the rich fabrics and intricate embroidery of the maids who accompanied them. Dressed in an array of colors, the maids walked alongside their respective carriages, heads bowed, faces hidden beneath delicate veils.
