Silvertip Mountain with my hand upon the bible

One by one, dog and wolf rose up to form ranks; the wolves seemed uneasy, while the dogs were far less emotional about the oncoming conflict. They were simple - she was simple - so too would be their prize. If Szechuan died this day while ensuring that someone did live, it would be worth it.

The shepherd was the only one who spoke, and to the milling dogs he gave a simple order. Szechuan obeyed, but only after a quick look around at her companions, these hungry and desperate hounds that had endured so much already. She set her good eye upon one of the first to arrive - a pale beast (Tempest) - and squared herself off so that one of the other dogs was near to her injured, blinded right. Szech was at a disadvantage because of her oncoming blindness, but that didn't mean she wouldn't be a threat.

She could fight - she would fight, for her life and for the others.