"This horse... is the White Lion's." Shigu worked as a translator for the house guards.
"What's it called?"
With pride and loud clarity, Stag answered with a name.
After a moment of thought, Shigu translated: "Longwind!"
"Longwind?" Winters was immensely pleased. "What an excellent name! Perfect for today."
Having said that, he buckled his face armor and mounted his horse.
The armored warriors of the Red River Tribe seemed to be called to action, each of them mounting their warhorses.
"No need! You stay behind to protect Erhulan and Little Lion."
"In Herde Language, Batu!" A silver-armored archer spurred his horse forward: "In Herde Language, I volunteer to lead the charge!"
As soon as he finished speaking, eleven more silver-armored archers stepped forward, the very twelve "guards" Stag had previously chosen for Winters.
