CHAPTER SIX
It was only three days before Corsair found himself in a line outside the Great Hall of Wolves, Quickpaw’s reins in paw as he stood beside him.
News of the outbreak of war had swept throughout the clan like wildfire. Dozens of messenger birds had come and gone from the watchtowers, relaying information back and forth. Countless recruits and veterans arrived from nearby towns to enlist in the army, forming a line that stretched from a temporarily requisitioned tavern all the way to the east wall. There was an eager atmosphere surrounding them all, many lupines conversing in an excited tone. Corsair couldn’t believe it. They were all lined up to fight a horrible war – what was there to look forward to?
Is there something I’m not understanding about this?
The line to enlist in
