Only the elves, who were burning with fighting spirit, ran to the west as Ein commanded. The other trailed behind them slowly. Even though they were on foot, their pace was comparable to a horse's full sprint. The few dwarves who participated, including Drake, were using a wagon pulled by two wolves. The wagon was packed with strategic weapons to be used in battle.
"Let's hurry too, the elves might just charge in alone if we were late," Lilith commented from the side.
Ein nodded his head before turning to the lined-up wolves. There, the one with the largest build and also the one with the most brilliant silver fur stepped forward and offered its back to Ein.
"..."
Ein, looking at the majestic wolf in front of him, once more remembered the three wolves that he lost. The memory once more rekindled the fire inside him, swearing that no matter who the enemy is, he wouldn't let a single person or monster under his care perish.
