The morning had come. Ares spoke to Dari and his people, handing over some weapons and items that he had looted from all the dead bodies. Dari thanked Ares and the boarfolk left, throwing glances over to see whether or not Ares was going to hunt them down.
Ares wasn't bothered by them at all, leaving them be. Instead he went to Heria, who had spent a long while the day before hunting down all those that had fled. Luckily most of them had been slain nearby and they very easily dragged the bodies back, though a few warriors had to march further up to drag the others that had fallen so far away.
"Good work," Ares nodded to her.
Heria merely nodded in response as she lazed on the back of her large wolf. Her eyes would often fell onto the hyenafolk not so far away.
"So how were they?" Ares asked rather quietly, reaching over to brush his hand along the wolf's back. The fur was soft, and he could feel the meaty back that jiggled under his hand.
"They fought well."
