When Brann and the warriors finally regrouped with the caravan, the reinforcements of the Aslan Tribe had already arrived at the scene.
Ulric and Jason led the warriors of the Aslan Tribe, all of whom were mounted on Raptors and armed to the teeth.
"Are you alright, Brann?" Ulric asked as soon as he laid eyes on the Chieftain of the Stormhorn Tribe, who had taken a beating after leading his warriors to battle. "You look injured."
"'Tis but a scratch," Brann replied. "Thank you for sending people to help us. If they hadn't arrived in time, we might not have lived long enough to greet you like this."
"I am glad we made it in time." Ulric smiled. "The Stormhorn Tribe has plenty of honorable, brave warriors. Our chieftain is already preparing to welcome you and your people in our domain."
"Thank you," Brann replied. "However, we still can't lower our guard. The Grimfang Tribe might reassemble and resume their pursuit."
"You're right." Ulric nodded before glancing up at the sky.
