The Redfang warriors arrived before sunset.
They came through the eastern road in such numbers that the settlement guards rushed to close the gates. Their dark clothes bore the Redfang mark, and their weapons caught the fading sunlight. Villagers gathered behind their doors, whispering as the warriors spread across the road.
At their head rode a broad-shouldered man with a scar running from his left temple to his jaw.
The settlement’s Alpha, Garrick, stepped outside the gates with six guards behind him.
“You have entered my territory without warning,” Garrick said. “State your business.”
The stranger dismounted slowly.
“I am Alpha Roderic of Redfang. We have come searching for someone.”
“Then you should have sent a messenger before bringing an army to my gates.”
Roderic’s expressio
