Stick Brother didn't waste words, already clad in combat gear, he asked in a military tone:
"Even though this is far from our Maginot Line, this is also a Black Disaster Battlefield. By fighting the Werewolf People here, we contribute to peace on the Continent. We request to join the fight!"
"Yes! We want to join the battle too. We've dealt enough with Split Claw and the Blood Scar Clan. We want to test the quality of other Werewolf Clans. Sir Murphy, let us fight once!"
Brother Meow, carrying the Earth Sacred War Axe, chimed in:
"And I've heard the Brass Fortress is in trouble, and the Brass Dwarves' situation is dire there. Though they deservedly face troubles for forsaking the Mother Earth, leaving them like this isn't right since we are all part of the Civilisation Alliance."
Although Brother Meow spoke with righteousness, his shifty eyes suggested ulterior motives — perhaps he wanted to seize wealth amid the Brass Fortress's disaster.
