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The time in the clearing seemed to stand still, enveloping us in a bubble of peace and connection. But we knew we couldn't stay there forever. Kessler stood up first, extending a hand to help me to my feet.

"It's time to head back to the barbecue," he said with a smile, "although I could stay here with you all day."

We made our way back to the group, following the same path we had taken to arrive. As we walked, the shadow of worry had faded from Kessler's face, replaced by a serene determination. I felt relieved to be by his side in these important moments for him.

Upon our return, we found the pack in full enjoyment. The aroma of grilled meat and laughter filled the air. We joined the group, and soon I found myself in lively conversation with Kessler's mother about family recipes and culinary traditions. She was a lovely woman, and her warmth made me feel at home.

Meanwhile, Kessler mingled with his father and some other pack members, discussing what I assumed were important leadersh