To the hunt!

With autumn coming to an end, the Warlord was taking a detailed stock of supplies. Remembering the flood that had damaged their supplies last winter, he carefully inspected the fail safes he had put into place. The drainage he had dug by the celler, and the paste he had used to seal the door.

Their stock of meat and warm coats would scrape them by, so long as they had no new puppies or members. With his order to Mortis however, he knew it would not be enough. They need to hunt, and preserve the meat. Raising his head, he called out for a wolf to join him on a hunt.

"Speech"