The pursuit began before the morning mist had burned away.
Khao'khen had not slept. While his warriors rested, rotated through watch shifts with the disciplined efficiency that defined the Yohan First Horde, the chieftain had sat before his command fire and processed the single most significant intelligence failure of the campaign. A second pinkskin army. Three thousand fresh soldiers, arriving from a direction he had never scouted, hitting his rear with devastating timing.
