"Halt! All units rest here!" Prince Elvis barked, surveying the wolf pack's exhaustion as they crumpled to the ground after twenty-four hours of relentless pursuit. THUD.
"Alderic, when do we poison their supplies? They're taking a breather now," Eldric pressed, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Patience. Too dangerous right now," Prince Elvis grimaced as he eased onto the blood-stained ground. Though mounted, the grueling chase had left his thighs raw and weeping. "We'll lace the river when they start cooking—catch them off guard."
"Slayde, locate their command tent. Tie oil casks to your arrows and reduce it to cinders. Take out the Nerathis prince, and their army becomes headless snakes!"
"At once, Your Highness!" Slayde gave a sharp nod before melting into the twilight.
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