A thought crossed Janius' mind. The corner of his mouth quirked upwards. "She's in charge all the time. Perhaps the bossiness is refreshing for her?" He said jokingly.

The military power on display from outside of the city was somewhat sobering for the pack. All around were strength and equipment that even the Blackreach clan could not match. Though there were no dwemer automata or lycans amongst Sentinel's military, there were enough men, spears, and bristling defences that even a rival nation would be bowed before it. Indeed, the Dominion were not absent by coincidence. The reminder that the lycan clans were still the smaller fish in the sea compared to fully-fledged nations made most of the pack quiet.

Rhazii, in contrast, was amazed. He stared up and around with his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide. "It's like they're getting ready to go to war," he said.

"They're already at war, Rhazii," Fendros said with more calm reservation than his son. "They have been for longer than you are old. Hammerfell seceded from the Empire when they made peace with the Dominion a few decades ago."

"No joking," Rhazii said. He gasped and pointed up to the walls. "Hey Julan, look! How far do you think those ballistas can shoot those huge arrows?"