In the barren wasteland, less than ten miles from the Silver Mane Tribe's defensive line, a formidable force was on the move. More than 30,000 werewolf warriors marched in unison, their collective might creating a rumble that echoed across the arid landscape.
Unbeknownst to them, several thunderbirds circled overhead, their keen eyes scanning the ground for signs of movement.
At the forefront of the coalition, two of the most powerful tribal chiefs, Arar and Lero, shared a light-hearted conversation, their laughter cutting through the tension in the air. It was only natural that, as the commanding leaders of this alliance, they would share both the burdens and the triumphs of their impending battle.
Suddenly, a dozen wolf cavalrymen burst into view, galloping towards them with urgency. The atmosphere shifted instantly as the tribal chiefs turned their attention to the approaching scouts.
"What news do you bring?" Arar called out, his voice steady despite the rising tension.