As Henry and the other nobles emerged from the Forest Hunting Ground with their respective kills, the last rays of the setting sun washed over them.
Edmund's hounds wagged their tails, trailing beside the column of horses, but didn't dare approach Henry's and Bain's mounts.
At the exit of the Forest Hunting Ground, the Free People, who had spent the day picnicking and enjoying themselves, had already gathered. They craned their necks, curiously watching the nobles return.
They discussed the winner of today's wolf hunt as the aroma of roasting meat filled the air. The Free People had already begun preparing their evening feast to celebrate the success of the Wolf Hunting Festival.
When Henry's figure came into view, the crowd erupted, especially when they saw the pile of Grassland Wolf carcasses stacked high on another warhorse behind him.
The Free People recognized Henry's banner and knew he was the day's big winner.
