Frekin had not spent long gazing into the fire when news of the marching armies of Ogrin came to his notice, he had almost lost memory of the last time something like this had happened. He had given Ida his instructions and on that note had not been too perturbed by preparations to fend off the Ogrin army, the last he remembered of them was that they were almost unfit to be called a pack with regards to their scanty numbers and weak leadership, Badar.
Thoughts of the Ogrin alpha raced through his mind, it had been such a long time since he had the pleasure of seeing Badar, they had grown distant due to their different stands on the events surrounding the banishment and exile of Erik from the Urdish lands following the death of his parents. Frekin had been of the idea that they lessen the
