Striker
I run to the front lines, all the wolves bow as I pass them. I will give Memphis one chance to surrender before we go to war. I pace in the middle of the clearing, waiting for Memphis. After some time he finally shows up, his wolf grey and lanky. He doesn’t look very strong but I won’t underestimate him based on his size.
“My father sends his regards. He is otherwise preoccupied” The wolf says, I realize it is not Memphis but his son, Peter.
“Are you here to surrender?”
“Not in this lifetime.” He laughs
“So be it” I stare him down until he backs off slowly, retreating. I allow him to go to his army, no more than five hundred wolves. He has condemned them to death, he should have a chance to tell them they will all die shortly.
I mind link Alistair and Rufus and
