Atty followed D’Jacques out of the compound and around the side, into the field. A large number of soldiers followed them, splitting off to each grab a hammie and drag it back into compound. The ferals may be gone for the moment, but they could be back at any time, searching for more prey. It was safer to process the carcasses within the safety of the walls.
The battle lord was standing at the location where the majority of the creatures had tried to scale the wall, his hands perched on his hips. He glanced over at her as she joined him.
“Those logs got a good scoring.”
She peered up at the long gouges. “Are you thinking they might need to be replaced?”
“We won’t know until we can get up there and see how deep they’ve cut into the logs.”
“We can get a couple of men to rappel down and
