Third Person's POV
In this chaotic situation, how could they even consider reclaiming the southern border?
It seemed they were just handing the battlefield over to the Dragon Ash Kingdom's wolves.
Halbert's pheromones, mixed with anxiety, said, "They've already started inciting some wolf generals from the reinforcement troops to confront Alpha Lance."
Adelaide stroked her wolf-head pendant, her silver-blue pheromones as steady as frozen tundra. "Let them be. Lance won't tolerate morale-sapping. Moreover, the Western Tribes' claws are already near Darkclaw Town."
"Are we just going to swallow this humiliation?" Paisley's whip cracked in her palm, the crimson flame emblem on her pauldrons flaring with anger.
"Shall I rip out Velda's tongue? She's merely an Iron Claw, low-born. I don't
