"Forgive me, Tarq'Vreegan." The sister hurried to correct herself.

The sister was right though. She had to get her head into the right frame. Her forces would be able to see the forest soon enough, and that meant that the forest whores could attack any minute. The fools defended the forest like it was sacred. Trees were trees, though it seemed once you entered the forest, every tree spat arrows at you. Why the wood elves didn't just hide in their trees and use their more effective tactics was beyond her.

The large cats walked up the ridge and Tarq'Vreegan let her gaze settle on the great forest of the...