Skulking at the edge of the trees, pacing in front of the other warg riders, Gaelel impatiently waited for the initiating attack. She planned her route, where to go, what to do. A glance behind her at the other warg riders let her know exactly how they felt. They wanted blood, so she would oblige. Using hand motions, she directed the officers to lead their groups to aid in the assault by flanking. Off in the distance, she heard Shar making a speech about his god. The spring child almost spat in contempt whenever he mentioned the name of that evil deity of wholesale slaughter.

Then, she saw her signal. A guard on the ramparts fell. She motioned to the warg riders to move in with the main body for flanking. She herself left and carefully picked her way along the skirts of the human sight lines. She used brush and speed to maneuver towards the back of the fortification. As she rounded to the back, she acquired her target. He was a low ranking officer, but he would do nicely to trick the commander.