The sun hung low, with layers of clouds painted in gold and red, and the woodland horizon was tinted with floating light. Blazing flames burned within the city-state, and against the backdrop of the fiery red sun, the Forest Wolf Mayakun carried his nephew's head and approached Black Wolf, kneeling on one knee.
"Respected Great Chief Black Wolf, I present to you the head of the traitor Chieftain Masal!"
Black Wolf Torc nodded and reached out to take the dripping head. He gazed at it for a moment, observing the wide-eyed expression of anger, and shook his head regretfully.
"He did not beg for mercy before death, which makes him a brave Samurai. But he burned the food, so I cannot let you keep him. His fate should be shown to all as a warning!"
