The first of the Grey Oak Pack warriors made an appearance at ten in the evening. The extra rogues at the border dealt with them very efficiently.
On seeing dozens of his wolves dead, Shane made a stupid decision of sending more out here. We killed them too.
It’s now half an hour to midnight and I’m sitting in a tree with a few spears in a leather jacket and black jeans. I would be completely camouflaged into the night if my hair wasn’t bright red. I’m positioned at the edge of the border, with a few other rogues dotted in other trees next to me, effectively creating a line of ammunition that the pack wolves won’t be able to cross.
We have this pattern surrounding the entire territory with everyone who can fight. Fifteen metres give or take between each person, all with guns or knives o
