As the sun slowly dipped over the horizon, the darkness of the night started creeping in.
Lynceus and Rufus exchanged a glance with each other. The former took the lead to evacuate their people, while the latter guarded the rear.
The Black Wolf Tribe had a little over three hundred people. The women, children, and elders were boarded on the wagons pulled by the two Ironclaw War Raptors.
Men who couldn't fight were also inside the wagons, while those who were willing to fight were mounted on horses and wolves.
They used the cover of darkness to slip away from their camp in silence, hoping they wouldn't be discovered.
Suddenly, the members of the Black Wolf Tribe heard a sharp whistle. Lynceus' and Rufus' expressions hardened, but they had already expected their journey to be bumpy.
In the distance, the riders of the Ashclaw and Stormhorn Tribe started moving.
