A few more days of terraforming later and Ares had made great progress with the pathway heading towards the fort, which he was still musing out names. He had thought of the Dragon's Maw, and it was currently his favourite name though he had to make sure it wasn't already taken.
He flew across to the fort and then dropped down. The soldiers there, no longer the Marching Blades or Roaring Tridents but a new squad, saluted him as he landed down.
He approached Heria who had been in charge of the wolffolk at the base of the mountain. He had given her instructions about what he expected and what he wanted to see from the group, as well as how the fort was to progress, as well as the dealing with the slaves.
"Good morning, Heria-kin." He grabbed onto her forearm and shook it.
"Ares-kin, what do you need?" She hadn't expected to see him for a little while.
