The warriors sat and stared at Maya as if she had just grown a second head upon her shoulders. She picked four of the stealthiest of th warriors. She knew one was acquainted well enough with a bow. She had the warrior's attention up until the bit about the horse dung. Each of their faces changed at the same time.
"The order is coming from the Alpha, not I," Maya said. They did not have time for any of the warriors to get squeamish about putting horse poo on their person.
"There is nae another way?" One of the warriors asked. He could handle the bloodshed of war perfectly fine, but for some reason the idea of rubbing feces on his face had him turning green.
"Not that we have time for," came the authoritative voice of Alpha Rowan behind the small group of warriors. They quickly turned a
