After two weeks, few of their lives were in doubt; the ones that would die off had already passed, while the survivors were already over the hill on the path to recovery. That look gave me such a rush. XXX Fine, we’ll just go raid some coastal village and take their food! As the sun sank low in the sky, the chirps and buzzing of the night creatures drowned out the cries and moans of the wounded still lying on the beach. Maybe Sigrid was onto something about that sand. It was bad. A sniveling Wildcat twisted weakly in the sand, a long, broken spear stuck through her gut. My warriors always fought on, confident in the knowledge that I would not wantonly waste their lives.
