It had taken another day, having trekked long into the evening, before they had arrived at the small ramshackled village that was created in haste. The wolffolk were able to move much quicker due to their quicker steps, lighter loads, as well as the number of wolves and white wolves they had at their beck and call.
As Ares appeared, an oxfolk ran over towards him. Ares was thick with sweat, now having seven wagons attached to him. He shifted them into his ring before turning to the little boy that had bolted away from their family.
"Chief! Chief! There-" Then the boy looked up to the crown. "King! King, there was a problem with the humans, The Consul said to meet him."
"Thank you, young man." Ares smiled and bowed his head as a man had come forward to grab onto the boy.
"Excuse him, my King, I shouldn't have let him out of my sight."
