"AWOOOO!!"
A piercing wolf howl echoed from the woods. Giant, silver-gray figures darted through the shadows of the trees, carrying Beastmen brandishing flails and bone axes as they entered the fray.
"Lord Gelon, we're here!"
"Surround them!"
"Don't let them escape!"
Only thirteen Beastmen entered this time, but without exception, they were all elite Frost Wolf Cavalry who had passed the tribe's wolf-riding trials.
The bond they had nurtured with their Frost Wolves since childhood meant they were long accustomed to the jolting ride. This allowed them to maintain high mobility while coordinating their attacks with the bites and claw strikes of their mounts.
It could be said that the Beastman Tribe's dominance over the Snowfield was largely due to these very Frost Wolf Cavalry who roamed its expanse.
