"Ra'kalesh doubts it is too different from your clan, other than the obvious." He answered to Janius. "The biggest difference is probably that we are a more varied mix of lycans. Most of us are werelions, but we also have werewolves, and some werevultures from Valenwood. We have modified our leadership structure to be in line with the Champion's recommendations over the past few years, but it was never too different to begin with. Our stronghold was an expansive, almost city-like collection of structures in the treetops. It was well-hidden, and well-defended against most types of attacks. Our enchanters were even able to provide protections against fires. We never expected the gas they used, though. Strategically, their attack was inspired, if...cold and calculated. They fought hard to gain a foothold in the treetops, and lost nearly a third of their force in the process. Then, we counterattacked and pushed them back. We drove them to the forest floor, and they started to retreat. Then, we gave chase, hoping to break them entirely. In our lycan forms, they would not stand a chance of outrunning us, which was exactly what they expected. With most of us in our lycan forms, they used the gas, then turned back around and slaughtered most of our defenders while we were defenseless. From there, the rest of our clan started an evacuation, but as this one mentioned before, most did not escape."

By this point, the bottle of wine had made it back to Kaleeth, but she was staring to feel strange, to put it mildly. There was an odd euphoria building through her body the likes of which she had never felt before. The closest she could think of was the effects of Hist Sap, but this was distinctly different. After another drink, she leaned in towards Janius beside her. "Love, I think I feel...strange."