Brand had no idea what Otin was thinking.
But as time ticked away, moment by moment, he continued to direct the troops forward.
The battle seemed to stretch time out.
The armor of the Centaur Elder Guard was stained with bright red blood, from the Winter Wolves, from themselves, layer upon layer coated onto the shining silver armor. Hundreds of Centaurs and Tree Elves advanced along a narrow mountain gorge, and as they looked up, two interwoven mountain shadows blocked half the sky ahead.
There lay Wolf Pass.
A pale wave surged forward, more than a thousand Winter Wolves rushed in from the direction of the pass, among them the giant Lord of Winter raised half its body and let out a long howl to the sky, its snow-white mane bristling in the wind, majestic and imposing. Amidst the rumbling earth, the wolf pack split into three, the snow boiling under their paws, viewed from above it was like a Trident charging towards the Centaur's ranks.
