The morning was chilly, as thought death had come along through the path with it's scythe and whisked away whatever warmth and comfort the soldiers could hope for. Ares let out a low sigh and watched as the clouds escaping his lips disappeared into the cool breeze.
He turned and looked out to his people for a moment before he then raised his fist into the air. "Today!" He exclaimed out. "Today we shall recover our lost family." He called out and then looked around to all those around him. "If it comes to it, we may have to come to blows, I hope that we will fight with honour. Though, if it comes to it, we shall show no mercy."
He then turned and led the people away, summoning a spear into his hand. He had a few weapons in his ring, and much more should he need it. He wasn't too worried about the fighting, he was more worried about Inta, and he hoped the wolffolk was fine.
