Uriel sat at the head of the table, his uniform immaculate, his expression unreadable. Around him, the members of the military council were already seated.
Monty Garrow, a wolf beastman with grey fur and a scar that ran from his temple to his jaw, leaned forward. "The Zephorian envoy has made their position clear. When the treaty expires at the end of the month, they will not renew it. Their military has been mobilized for three weeks. Their poison masters have been recalled from retirement."
Caliban Thorne, a bear beastman with dark brown fur and shoulders that barely fit between the arms of his chair, let out a low rumble. "Are they looking for war or just posturing?"
