The southward descent from the Red River into the lower valleys of the Ironwood Taiga was an awe-inspiring spectacle of primal military power. Through the dense, mist-draped corridors of ancient spruce and black fir, the four hundred armored warriors and eighty dire wolves of the Frostfang dynasty moved with terrifying, silent discipline. Beneath the gray canopy of the winter sky, the snow lay four feet deep, untouched and pristine save…
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