Lucien's victory travelled far and wide from neighbouring packs; word had spread faster than wildfire on the starved weather that never seized to engulf the lands. It was the first ray of hope in the so-called meaningless war that ignited on a whim.
Lenora had gotten the news, and compared to the frivolous looks on everyone's faces, she was the least amazed by the progress. However, it was a perfect opportunity she couldn't pass on.
"Get me the fastest carriage," she announced to her maid.
As she exited her room, passing the hallway, a group of maids had their faces flushed with vibrant enthusiasm. It caused a scowl on hers just to witness such expressions. Meeting her silent gaze, they squirmed away in a rush.
"Pathetic fools, one victory, and you think it's the end of the whole war," she grumbled with visible disdain.
