Chapter 170: The Weight of White Mountain
Bloodhorn Territory, Chief's Tent,
Sguk's POV,
The war tent reeked of burning tallow and cured hide. In the center, the great fire pit burned low, casting long, jagged shadows across the iron-bound pillars.
Sguk felt the old scar across his snout twitch as he finished his report. He kept his words raw, stripped of fluff. Warchief Drukhan hated the rattling tongues of the mud-skinned.
Sguk knew his place; as a pig-kin born of an earthen Hide Boar, any extra words would only earn him a backhand from the warlord.
He gave the facts plain, the sudden rise of the BlackMoon clan. The impossible size of their Ghost Dire wolves, monsters that moved in dead silence, as if their paws never touched the earth.
He described the reinforcement leader. Not a true daughter of the land, but a foul, half-human hybrid, a pale skin!.
