After parting ways with the king, Gedhe led his soldiers through the forest, their movements resembled a pack of wolves navigating through the trees and leaving deep footprints in the piled snow. Within minutes, they could already see the silhouettes of their enemies through the gaps in the foliage.
"Brothers!"- Gedhe's voice echoed, the cold wind hitting against his bare chest as the Tribal Tattoo of a wolf on his back gleamed in red, strengthening his muscles and sharpening his senses, his reaction time skyrocketing - "It's time to send offerings to our ancestors!"
