Four wolves prowl through the hisil. They move disparately, awkwardly. They are not a unit that has trained together, fought together, bled together. They have no uniting goal, no uniting name, nothing that can bind them into a pack.
And so they hunt for a totem, to give them direction, give them purpose, and to bring fear to their enemies.
The Wolf Must Hunt.
But first, where should they go?