The hidden settlement did not sleep that night.
Long after the flying steel beast had vanished beyond the trees, fires continued burning throughout the village. Warriors gathered in groups, speaking in hushed voices while elders and hunters argued around the central square. Even the great wolves remained restless. They paced around their pens, occasionally lifting their heads toward the sky as though expecting the thunderous machine to return.
At the center of the settlement stood the largest structure in the village.
Unlike the other wooden buildings, this one had been constructed from thick logs and massive stone foundations that had weathered generations of rain and wind. Animal skulls and carved totems lined the entrance. Primitive banners made from hide hung from the wooden pillars.
Inside, a massive figure sat upon a broad stone chair.
Chief Gorthak of the Black Fang Clan remained silent.
