The snow was red and black with the blood of enemy and ally alike. The sounds of screams and unholy screeching echoed through the forests as battles raged near and far.
Richard and a small group of Frostbite wolves charged through the enemy forces running straight for the fallen that seemed to be sending orders to the other monsters.
The Summer wolves worked together to separate and eliminate smaller groups of enemies. At the same time, the nomad warriors dodged and dashed, finding ways of concealing themselves to surprise their attackers.
Axel's defensive line fell apart with the larger scale of the attack. They were not able to keep the enemy from running past them. All he could do was hope that his mother and Valkyrie could handle anything that made it to them.
As he heard the screams and screeches that echoed down from the northern parts of his territory, he had no doubts they were doing just that.
