Alva Valley

[Night Wolf]

It's was an icy day in the frozen plains of Alva Valley, the northern mountain ranges remaining peacefully quiet as it's inhabitants slowly geared up for war.

Down south in the pine forests, it was... Different. A small defensive town buzzed with life, men and women traded worked and trained, while children played in the snow. It was like the war didn't exist there.

But it did...

And deep in plains, on the Field of Blood lay a small skirmish, where the town's military fought the northern forces.

[deamonwulfe]

Faol Treolth a member of an advance scout squad is woken for his watch. He steps out of his tent and shivers briefly in the cold air. He reaches back into his tent to pull out his trench and put it on. He is a timber wolf with a medium build at 5'9" black fur and leathery wings. His left arm is strangely scarred almost as if in a pattern. He shrugs on his blade as he moves to his watch position. "I hope this day remains peaceful", he mutters knowing that it probably wouldn't. Ah well only a few hours and hopefully brother-captain will have our new orders.

[Night Wolf]

A scout approached in a worried hurry, suddenly. She was a mercenary that had been hired for her stealthy skill.

"We just lost two scout groups in a skirmish with the enemy..." she stated gloomily.