At mér skyldi kaupa

One opponent and then another conquered… but Beauregard was at his limit. His breathing was hard, blue gaze sweeping the battlefield. They weren’t ready, there had been no training given to these wolves. This was his fault. His responsibility. He knew they had lost, and before more damage was done he needed to get them out of here. “Wolves of Norad, fall back! These items are not worth your injuries!” He moves back himself, lingering on the edge of the battlefield. He needs to make sure that his wolves get back to their dens safely… but there is no point in battling anymore. The invaders had won and whatever they took could be replaced one way or another. His wolves were another story.

-Exit Beau-

"Speech," 'Thought.'