"Amoxtli, have the Cactus Samurai caught up yet?"
The Red Dog Chieftain stood on a hill, his voice cold as he asked. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was filled with a ferocious killing intent, yet he suppressed it to maintain calm. Behind him were hundreds of red-haired Hunters, and a fluttering Red Dog banner.
"Great Chief, we've traveled fifty to sixty miles overnight, all on difficult mountain roads. The Cactus Samurai haven't caught up; they are at least ten miles behind us."
Amoxtli stood behind Chichika, also looking toward the south. In his sight was a scene of retreating chaos. In the narrow mountain path, the Canine Descendants Tribes, in ragged clothes and with incomplete weapons, were jumbled together. Thousands of Tribal Warriors appeared frantic and messy as they sprinted toward the old camps in the north, though they were quite fast.
