A week had passed like a breeze—Verc and his newly assembled small army is ready to go out for an another expedition.
The days had melted together in a blur of intense preparation, weapon sharpening, and strategic coordination within the stone walls of the caslte.
The wolf-kin prisoners had been cooperative for the past week.
They had been placed under strict surveillance in prison, but contrary to the initial worry of Verc and the village, the wolf-kins had not caused a single disturbance. There were no desperate riots, no aggressive snarling matches at the cell bars, and no secret plans to break out in the middle of the night.
They behaved and followed every instruction given to them.
