Alpha's slave, the eternal submission
The camp, which was once tense with anticipation and strategic planning, now buzzes with camaraderie.
Flags bearing my kingdom's emblem flutter proudly atop, marking our boundary. Tents, previously arranged in orderly rows, now stand askew, evidence of the chaotic energy that followed the victory. As I pass through, I watch my wolf gammas conduct my new slaves from the kingdom of Elanor, they are on queues and will be distributed to begin several sectors of my lands.
These captives, defeated in battle, now kneel before me, their heads bowed in submission. Some are bruised and bloodied, their spirits broken by the weight of their defeat. Others glare defiantly, their defiance tempered by the
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