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NAME- Zhaneel [aka Zhan]
YEARS- Five
GENDER- Female
BREED- Vire
DESCRIPTION-
.......This girl isn't your average wolf. She is not nearly as thick throughout the body like a normal wolf she has more of a sleeked looked to her. At first glance you might assume is from malnutrition or lack of game, but upon further inspection you will just see she is much taller than an average wolf built for speed and endurance. What little body fat she has is kept to a near minimum due to a high metabolism and the rest of the bulging beneath her fur is purely-coiled muscle. She has a naturally longer coat, especially tufts on her ears, belly and back. Along the top of her neck stands a ragged mane of sorts, here her coat stand densely up before sprouting to either side like a mo-hawk that's grown to long. The fur itself it most a dusted gray, but at the tips, such as the ears, muzzle, and paws, there are black points. A last notable point to her physic is her senses, while any wolf has keen sense of smell, hearing and sight, hers are heightened further due to her breeding.

PERSONALITY-
.......Zhan is very much a lurker, since her coat goes so well at times like dawn and dusk, where most wolves have their vision compromised, and she blends fairly easily into the night as well. She isn't always one to speak up in a crowd unless the matter is of importance and she feels that those around her are to incompetent to come up with a good idea she might throw in her opinion. She learns much from her lurking and watching and thus when she does speak usually others will stop to hear her out. While she may lead small bands in a raid, or hunt she is far more comfortable as the 'go getter.' A command given will be followed.

HISTORY-
.......No there was no great terrible tragedy here, nor a great love story to forever remember. Her past was a simple one, but a strong one. Her clan called themselves the Vire. Their hierarchy was much different than what the normal was, but these were interesting times. To fully understand you must first know that they were the prime fighting force chosen each for the ability of endurance, speed, agility, strength, sharp senses, and most of all cunning. This clan didn't form under times of peace under one alpha male, oh no, it was specially chosen by the king of the greater pack, Shalam. He needed an elite force among his army to fend of the invaders from the south and thus chose to call them, Vire. The first generation were his hand chosen, they came slowly at first as he searched long to find the best of those that were born each year. Most considered this a privilege as from what was seen outside the clan was prestige, honor, dignity, everything anyone would want, but what wasn't privy to the outsiders of this clan was what they really were. Shalam kept strict control over every new fighter in the ranks, constant matches were held to show strength or keep their skills sharp, many times these went to the death of one or more to improve the better, other times it was a captured enemy that was released into the wilderness to the north for them to hone their skills of tracking, needless to say those who were hunted didn't last long. The elite-ness of the Vire clan proven was all well and good, but war didn't end, and the fighters themselves grew older, but retirees weren't allowed to settle down with a mate of their choosing to raise pups, no no that would be much to simple. Instead Shalam walked among the clan and chose certain traits to breed up, he wanted a second generation from his clan and thus, against much astonishment of the clan, chose pairings himself and declared which male bred to which female, and even said when. The Vire, far to sunk under his control, merely swallowed his order with pride and did as they were commanded, after all they were his loyalists and it was an honor to be a Vire wasn't it? The second generation was trained by the first and shortly it became apparent to the Vire what Shalam intended, and they to saw the better for the war and more willingly displayed their strengths to him for these pairings. In every litter the weakest were killed or those deemed fit enough to survive were sent to surrogate mothers to raise as a common fighter, never to know that they had once been a Vire.
.......Now you know the bare points of what went into Zhan's creation, but she wasn't in that second generation, nor the third, or fourth.... she was the product of the seventh generation in this fighting clan. It was this generation that finally drove the war to an end. They had been superior to even the sixth generation, far more successful than the old Shalam had hoped. He had sent ten sevens and twenty five sixes into a secret mission, behind enemy lines to recklessly charge straight into the heart of the invading southerners and kill their king. Mad as the plan sounded the strength of his previous breeding in this clan had formed larger wolves, sleeker, more muscular and the cunning never lacked. The plan worked, much to his delight, and what southerners the Vire hadn't killed on the way in scattered in terror when they heard of the thirty five strong crew of Shalam's most elite roaming at their hearts. Zhan, having led the mission in, carried the former kings heart in her jaws as they swung back north to break through from behind enemy lines and dismantle the last resistance of the southerners. Peace time was expected, and the Vire had little they knew of such things for they had been purely trained for war and even the oldest of generations could no longer remember the regular pack laws of peace expect what had been handed down in stories and myths. Shalam of course had dismissed his army after parading around his elite Vire's to praise them and remind them what he had done to save them. The greater army disband and went back to life as normal, but the Vire, having only lived like the Vire could live stuck with their rigorous program of training, schooling and battling. Many, like Zhan, though wanted to see the world they had missed so much of, learn the real ways of the wolf, so they took their leave quietly and spread out in search of a greater world.

Detailed Story of the Battle:
.......The Downfall of the Southerners.. this was the long awaited moment. Dusk has fallen of the dead grass plains so it was the perfect time to strike each Vire with her had freshly eaten and had half a days rest since the four day run they had set out from with the clan. Zhan, leading this thirty five regiment, was no fool, even Vire needed a breather, if a shorter one than a normal wolf. But more importantly she had pushed them all hard, that four day run would have taken the regular foot soilders a full week and a half to make, even if they were only light soldiers and not burdened down with the various needs of thirty five strong on the move. Even as she waited she watched, the sixes [the sixth generation models] were getting restless, as they had been specifically bred with high metabolisms needed to be on the move and digest things quickly, after eating such a large feast they were all bounding with energy, the sevens [the seventh generation] were more in control. They had the high metabolism, but they also possessed the ability to store the energy till it was needed and otherwise rest and save up that energy till it was ready to burst. Any of those found twitching was only in anticipation of what would come in a matter of an hour or more, and hopefully by then it would be long over. Zhan herself itched the be on the move, but she had her orders and she knew they were wise when they had been handed to her. She wouldn't move out till the very of twilight, when each and everyone of the thirty five would blend so seamlessly into fields of dead grass that they could all bound forward noiselessly toward their final kill and perhaps their own death as well. Nothing else mattered.... nothing.
.......Scenting the air, she lifted her nose, inhaling deeply the fresh smell of lingering blood from the kills to feed this many, but more importantly the last main strong-hold of the southern invaders, and this one, while the largest, also held their beloved king. She had taken her regiment nearly to the southern edge of the northern kingdoms boarders where the coward commanded his troops via runners to the front lines and left himself surrounded by a quarter of his force. Such foolishness. Zhan had sent off a scouting party, one six and one seven, mainly to avoid favortism among the ranks, and they had arrived a short time ago with favorable news. Much of the southern kings force was out hunting to bring back game for those that couldn't leave and of course the most choice selection for the king himself, but since their strong hold hadn't moved in the past year there wasn't much game bigger than mice and rabbits left in the immediate area, instead the hunters had to go for five miles or more for their prey and took nearly a week to get back dragging such large carcasses for their king and companions. The good news was these hunters had just departed not three days ago, and would likely be out for another five days to average the time of killing and dragging the kills home. A wolf grin featured her face as she thought of her good fortune, her teeth gleaming dully in the waning light. Tonight was the night for sure, thirty five Vire against nearly seventy five of the kings southerners, this would be a thriller.
.......Rising from her haunches, a motion the rest of those laying about caught that was met with dead eerie silence as they all waited with thirty five pairs of eyes glued to her, she took one look about and gave the signal. Flipping her head up in a wordless howl before rippling fluidly over her haunches and direction her nose toward their destination. As one monster the warriors rose with looks of mirth at the thought of moving out, but each knowing better than to let a war cry utter from their lips. Zhan, without looking back, loped off and the others formed into a fighting sphinx behind her matching stride. Taking a quick glance left to right she noted each in their assigned formation and increased her already ground eating stride to a quicker lope that no normal wolf could hope to keep for very long. Each kept pace, never quickening, never slacking as they slid in a smooth, but deadly sight toward their enemy. Previously her scouts had reported the positions and rotations of the sentries on duty at this side of the perimeter and with three quick, quiet and yet commanding barks she sent three warriors from the edge of the formation splitting off to take out those sentries that would alert the king of their presence. This was all done with only quiet snarls as the rest glided smoothly through into the enemy territory. Already the small force had covered nearly five miles to this point and had another two to go till they reach the main body surrounding the king. Zhan had been sure to thoroughly review each part of their attack, stage one hit with such force that the southerners were off guard and would take several minutes to organize, stage to wedge deeper into their ranks to split them up and keep them from surrounding the one they should be protecting, and finally stage three take out those surrounding the king and rip out his heart.
.......There, the camp was in within their sharp sight, most lay sleeping only a few gathered in quiet clumps to talk gossip or huddle to keep warm, for southerners were not use to such cold even this far south in the northern territory. Her gap was closing fast, but still Zhan pushed her team harder and increased to nearly a full out run, the others followed and flowed quickly into the new pace to ensure no holes or gaps came to their formation. Within five Vire strides, nine for that of a normal dead running wolf, a blood chilling battle cry left her parted lips, followed very shortly by the clamor of those behind her. Zhan, as she had hoped, saw those talking freeze motionless while they eyes adjusted to look outward for the noise, those sleeping startled and sat stiff upright, but even while those reactions were taking place the Vire were upon them, driving them back as they angled inward like a wedge being driven home by the hammer. Most of the sleepers were to startled to do much other than stare and were trampled with oversize paws followed by snapping teeth. Not one of the Vires broke gait but as they went they were able to sever ears, slice noses, crush legs with their teeth. A few of the more fortunate, like those huddle in groups that were awake had taken to warning the others of Zhan's coming and that of her regiment. Zhan didn't care, the battle cry that had started would be enough to wake up anything within two miles of this camp and the blood that would be shed would drift as a warning to any who might dare approach these deadly assassins. Skillfully she leaped over the bodies of the half sleeping or those huddled in groups her mind on one purpose, the king. By now much of the kings remaining army that was in the area had awoken and had started to gather toward the noise, and the king himself, not knowing where the danger lie stood int the middle of it. To Zhan he looked befuddled, he must have just been woken by the clamoring, this was good. Hurtling herself she flew over the last that separated her from the king and landed inches from him with a smile just for him. A snarl rose from her lips as she savored the look of bewilderment on his face at the site of the highly gossiped about Vire clan of king Shalam. Without a doubt they were the talk of the camp most nights and what the southerners used to send pups shivering to bed in obedience of their parents. Only a second passed before her momentum carried her right onto him literally bowling him over. By now the rest of her regiment surrounded her and cut off any possible help for the fallen king. Try as the others might there was no getting past the Vire, Zhan had set them loose the triangular formation dissolved into a sphere and they began working it bigger pushing back those trying to get into help slaughtering any who didn't flee immediately. With a soft crunch Zhan heard the jugular breaking and hot blood sprayed into her face and filled her mouth. Violently she bit down and savagely she shook her kill. The snap that followed was resounding for from that moment everything went quiet. The remaining Vire halted their charge and merely stood with hackles bristled and bloodied muzzles gaping withing for the fruitless attempts of the southerners to launch against their ranks. They didn't those, beyond the massive bodies of the Vire they had seen what she had done to their king and they quivered, not only with fear but down right terror. Zhan now stood over the fallen king with her dusty gray coat flecked in blood and her black muzzle and face mostly red now. The blood pooling at her paws made them tingle for the light covering of snow had made them slightly numb. A bit of a hiss rose in the silence as the escaping blood rapidly grew colder in the snow. Those few remaining southerners fled right then, they ran in terror of what might follow them, and in horror at what they had just seen. This fear gave them wings of a sort to push themselves further quicker. The Vire, flinched in their desires to follow the cowards, but with a resounding bark Zhan halted them. They knew better, their orders were explicit, kill the king, leave the survivors to tell the story and bring the heart back to Shalam. So without another thought to those fleeing the Vire turned to watch her shredded the king's body to find the now still heart lodged within his chest.
.......With this featureless prize in her jaws she rounded up the regiment and called in those that had disposed of the sentries. Taking a moment of inspection she looked at the state of the panting wolves before her. Steam rose from their gaping jaws as they panted from the exertions, only now did tiredness threaten to come on them. Nodding with satisfaction she noted not one of hers was lost and only three ended up being hurt, serves them right for not being quick enough to avoid the snapping teeth of an enemy. Of the three two had a half crushed leg, but neither whimpered in complaint, nor would they lag behind once she gave the order to move out, all knew better. The third only had a slash across his shoulder where he had miscalculated the reach of one of this foes. Growling around the lump in her mouth she turned and began to lead them northward. Any who came across this force would know the war was over, the southerners that stopped to question them would be slaughtered. Now they would come home and break the enemies front lines from the rear and scatter them to the winds. Even with this worthless chunk of meat in her mouth she still managed to howl her victory to the moon as she trotted home. This nights deed had been fulfilled!

Description
Ok if you are really interested in this character then keep reading below and it will provide a history and detailed post of her winning battle.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Yes sorry this is something very simple.

Credits on the image!!

Stats:
Program: Adobe Photoshop CS3 Lite
Time: 1 hour-ish

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NAME- Zhaneel [aka Zhan]
YEARS- Five
GENDER- Female
BREED- Vire
DESCRIPTION-
.......This girl isn't your average wolf. She is not nearly as thick throughout the body like a normal wolf she has more of a sleeked looked to her. At first glance you might assume is from malnutrition or lack of game, but upon further inspection you will just see she is much taller than an average wolf built for speed and endurance. What little body fat she has is kept to a near minimum due to a high metabolism and the rest of the bulging beneath her fur is purely-coiled muscle. She has a naturally longer coat, especially tufts on her ears, belly and back. Along the top of her neck stands a ragged mane of sorts, here her coat stand densely up before sprouting to either side like a mo-hawk that's grown to long. The fur itself it most a dusted gray, but at the tips, such as the ears, muzzle, and paws, there are black points. A last notable point to her physic is her senses, while any wolf has keen sense of smell, hearing and sight, hers are heightened further due to her breeding.

PERSONALITY-
.......Zhan is very much a lurker, since her coat goes so well at times like dawn and dusk, where most wolves have their vision compromised, and she blends fairly easily into the night as well. She isn't always one to speak up in a crowd unless the matter is of importance and she feels that those around her are to incompetent to come up with a good idea she might throw in her opinion. She learns much from her lurking and watching and thus when she does speak usually others will stop to hear her out. While she may lead small bands in a raid, or hunt she is far more comfortable as the 'go getter.' A command given will be followed.

HISTORY-
.......No there was no great terrible tragedy here, nor a great love story to forever remember. Her past was a simple one, but a strong one. Her clan called themselves the Vire. Their hierarchy was much different than what the normal was, but these were interesting times. To fully understand you must first know that they were the prime fighting force chosen each for the ability of endurance, speed, agility, strength, sharp senses, and most of all cunning. This clan didn't form under times of peace under one alpha male, oh no, it was specially chosen by the king of the greater pack, Shalam. He needed an elite force among his army to fend of the invaders from the south and thus chose to call them, Vire. The first generation were his hand chosen, they came slowly at first as he searched long to find the best of those that were born each year. Most considered this a privilege as from what was seen outside the clan was prestige, honor, dignity, everything anyone would want, but what wasn't privy to the outsiders of this clan was what they really were. Shalam kept strict control over every new fighter in the ranks, constant matches were held to show strength or keep their skills sharp, many times these went to the death of one or more to improve the better, other times it was a captured enemy that was released into the wilderness to the north for them to hone their skills of tracking, needless to say those who were hunted didn't last long. The elite-ness of the Vire clan proven was all well and good, but war didn't end, and the fighters themselves grew older, but retirees weren't allowed to settle down with a mate of their choosing to raise pups, no no that would be much to simple. Instead Shalam walked among the clan and chose certain traits to breed up, he wanted a second generation from his clan and thus, against much astonishment of the clan, chose pairings himself and declared which male bred to which female, and even said when. The Vire, far to sunk under his control, merely swallowed his order with pride and did as they were commanded, after all they were his loyalists and it was an honor to be a Vire wasn't it? The second generation was trained by the first and shortly it became apparent to the Vire what Shalam intended, and they to saw the better for the war and more willingly displayed their strengths to him for these pairings. In every litter the weakest were killed or those deemed fit enough to survive were sent to surrogate mothers to raise as a common fighter, never to know that they had once been a Vire.
.......Now you know the bare points of what went into Zhan's creation, but she wasn't in that second generation, nor the third, or fourth.... she was the product of the seventh generation in this fighting clan. It was this generation that finally drove the war to an end. They had been superior to even the sixth generation, far more successful than the old Shalam had hoped. He had sent ten sevens and twenty five sixes into a secret mission, behind enemy lines to recklessly charge straight into the heart of the invading southerners and kill their king. Mad as the plan sounded the strength of his previous breeding in this clan had formed larger wolves, sleeker, more muscular and the cunning never lacked. The plan worked, much to his delight, and what southerners the Vire hadn't killed on the way in scattered in terror when they heard of the thirty five strong crew of Shalam's most elite roaming at their hearts. Zhan, having led the mission in, carried the former kings heart in her jaws as they swung back north to break through from behind enemy lines and dismantle the last resistance of the southerners. Peace time was expected, and the Vire had little they knew of such things for they had been purely trained for war and even the oldest of generations could no longer remember the regular pack laws of peace expect what had been handed down in stories and myths. Shalam of course had dismissed his army after parading around his elite Vire's to praise them and remind them what he had done to save them. The greater army disband and went back to life as normal, but the Vire, having only lived like the Vire could live stuck with their rigorous program of training, schooling and battling. Many, like Zhan, though wanted to see the world they had missed so much of, learn the real ways of the wolf, so they took their leave quietly and spread out in search of a greater world.

Detailed Story of the Battle:
.......The Downfall of the Southerners.. this was the long awaited moment. Dusk has fallen of the dead grass plains so it was the perfect time to strike each Vire with her had freshly eaten and had half a days rest since the four day run they had set out from with the clan. Zhan, leading this thirty five regiment, was no fool, even Vire needed a breather, if a shorter one than a normal wolf. But more importantly she had pushed them all hard, that four day run would have taken the regular foot soilders a full week and a half to make, even if they were only light soldiers and not burdened down with the various needs of thirty five strong on the move. Even as she waited she watched, the sixes [the sixth generation models] were getting restless, as they had been specifically bred with high metabolisms needed to be on the move and digest things quickly, after eating such a large feast they were all bounding with energy, the sevens [the seventh generation] were more in control. They had the high metabolism, but they also possessed the ability to store the energy till it was needed and otherwise rest and save up that energy till it was ready to burst. Any of those found twitching was only in anticipation of what would come in a matter of an hour or more, and hopefully by then it would be long over. Zhan herself itched the be on the move, but she had her orders and she knew they were wise when they had been handed to her. She wouldn't move out till the very of twilight, when each and everyone of the thirty five would blend so seamlessly into fields of dead grass that they could all bound forward noiselessly toward their final kill and perhaps their own death as well. Nothing else mattered.... nothing.
.......Scenting the air, she lifted her nose, inhaling deeply the fresh smell of lingering blood from the kills to feed this many, but more importantly the last main strong-hold of the southern invaders, and this one, while the largest, also held their beloved king. She had taken her regiment nearly to the southern edge of the northern kingdoms boarders where the coward commanded his troops via runners to the front lines and left himself surrounded by a quarter of his force. Such foolishness. Zhan had sent off a scouting party, one six and one seven, mainly to avoid favortism among the ranks, and they had arrived a short time ago with favorable news. Much of the southern kings force was out hunting to bring back game for those that couldn't leave and of course the most choice selection for the king himself, but since their strong hold hadn't moved in the past year there wasn't much game bigger than mice and rabbits left in the immediate area, instead the hunters had to go for five miles or more for their prey and took nearly a week to get back dragging such large carcasses for their king and companions. The good news was these hunters had just departed not three days ago, and would likely be out for another five days to average the time of killing and dragging the kills home. A wolf grin featured her face as she thought of her good fortune, her teeth gleaming dully in the waning light. Tonight was the night for sure, thirty five Vire against nearly seventy five of the kings southerners, this would be a thriller.
.......Rising from her haunches, a motion the rest of those laying about caught that was met with dead eerie silence as they all waited with thirty five pairs of eyes glued to her, she took one look about and gave the signal. Flipping her head up in a wordless howl before rippling fluidly over her haunches and direction her nose toward their destination. As one monster the warriors rose with looks of mirth at the thought of moving out, but each knowing better than to let a war cry utter from their lips. Zhan, without looking back, loped off and the others formed into a fighting sphinx behind her matching stride. Taking a quick glance left to right she noted each in their assigned formation and increased her already ground eating stride to a quicker lope that no normal wolf could hope to keep for very long. Each kept pace, never quickening, never slacking as they slid in a smooth, but deadly sight toward their enemy. Previously her scouts had reported the positions and rotations of the sentries on duty at this side of the perimeter and with three quick, quiet and yet commanding barks she sent three warriors from the edge of the formation splitting off to take out those sentries that would alert the king of their presence. This was all done with only quiet snarls as the rest glided smoothly through into the enemy territory. Already the small force had covered nearly five miles to this point and had another two to go till they reach the main body surrounding the king. Zhan had been sure to thoroughly review each part of their attack, stage one hit with such force that the southerners were off guard and would take several minutes to organize, stage to wedge deeper into their ranks to split them up and keep them from surrounding the one they should be protecting, and finally stage three take out those surrounding the king and rip out his heart.
.......There, the camp was in within their sharp sight, most lay sleeping only a few gathered in quiet clumps to talk gossip or huddle to keep warm, for southerners were not use to such cold even this far south in the northern territory. Her gap was closing fast, but still Zhan pushed her team harder and increased to nearly a full out run, the others followed and flowed quickly into the new pace to ensure no holes or gaps came to their formation. Within five Vire strides, nine for that of a normal dead running wolf, a blood chilling battle cry left her parted lips, followed very shortly by the clamor of those behind her. Zhan, as she had hoped, saw those talking freeze motionless while they eyes adjusted to look outward for the noise, those sleeping startled and sat stiff upright, but even while those reactions were taking place the Vire were upon them, driving them back as they angled inward like a wedge being driven home by the hammer. Most of the sleepers were to startled to do much other than stare and were trampled with oversize paws followed by snapping teeth. Not one of the Vires broke gait but as they went they were able to sever ears, slice noses, crush legs with their teeth. A few of the more fortunate, like those huddle in groups that were awake had taken to warning the others of Zhan's coming and that of her regiment. Zhan didn't care, the battle cry that had started would be enough to wake up anything within two miles of this camp and the blood that would be shed would drift as a warning to any who might dare approach these deadly assassins. Skillfully she leaped over the bodies of the half sleeping or those huddled in groups her mind on one purpose, the king. By now much of the kings remaining army that was in the area had awoken and had started to gather toward the noise, and the king himself, not knowing where the danger lie stood int the middle of it. To Zhan he looked befuddled, he must have just been woken by the clamoring, this was good. Hurtling herself she flew over the last that separated her from the king and landed inches from him with a smile just for him. A snarl rose from her lips as she savored the look of bewilderment on his face at the site of the highly gossiped about Vire clan of king Shalam. Without a doubt they were the talk of the camp most nights and what the southerners used to send pups shivering to bed in obedience of their parents. Only a second passed before her momentum carried her right onto him literally bowling him over. By now the rest of her regiment surrounded her and cut off any possible help for the fallen king. Try as the others might there was no getting past the Vire, Zhan had set them loose the triangular formation dissolved into a sphere and they began working it bigger pushing back those trying to get into help slaughtering any who didn't flee immediately. With a soft crunch Zhan heard the jugular breaking and hot blood sprayed into her face and filled her mouth. Violently she bit down and savagely she shook her kill. The snap that followed was resounding for from that moment everything went quiet. The remaining Vire halted their charge and merely stood with hackles bristled and bloodied muzzles gaping withing for the fruitless attempts of the southerners to launch against their ranks. They didn't those, beyond the massive bodies of the Vire they had seen what she had done to their king and they quivered, not only with fear but down right terror. Zhan now stood over the fallen king with her dusty gray coat flecked in blood and her black muzzle and face mostly red now. The blood pooling at her paws made them tingle for the light covering of snow had made them slightly numb. A bit of a hiss rose in the silence as the escaping blood rapidly grew colder in the snow. Those few remaining southerners fled right then, they ran in terror of what might follow them, and in horror at what they had just seen. This fear gave them wings of a sort to push themselves further quicker. The Vire, flinched in their desires to follow the cowards, but with a resounding bark Zhan halted them. They knew better, their orders were explicit, kill the king, leave the survivors to tell the story and bring the heart back to Shalam. So without another thought to those fleeing the Vire turned to watch her shredded the king's body to find the now still heart lodged within his chest.
.......With this featureless prize in her jaws she rounded up the regiment and called in those that had disposed of the sentries. Taking a moment of inspection she looked at the state of the panting wolves before her. Steam rose from their gaping jaws as they panted from the exertions, only now did tiredness threaten to come on them. Nodding with satisfaction she noted not one of hers was lost and only three ended up being hurt, serves them right for not being quick enough to avoid the snapping teeth of an enemy. Of the three two had a half crushed leg, but neither whimpered in complaint, nor would they lag behind once she gave the order to move out, all knew better. The third only had a slash across his shoulder where he had miscalculated the reach of one of this foes. Growling around the lump in her mouth she turned and began to lead them northward. Any who came across this force would know the war was over, the southerners that stopped to question them would be slaughtered. Now they would come home and break the enemies front lines from the rear and scatter them to the winds. Even with this worthless chunk of meat in her mouth she still managed to howl her victory to the moon as she trotted home. This nights deed had been fulfilled!