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Leadership of Marmouth
Warmouth watches to the north, feeling the marauder’s eyes.
Her troops honor her stance with silence, in awe of her abilities.
The gift of prophecy is given to her prior to each battle.
She turns and looks at her lieutenant; he lopes off without a word.
This is the kind of relationship she has with her troops.
One of the newcomers is amazed at the prowess of Warmouth.
She is a force of one; the entire army respects her leadership.
She draws back her head and gives a long loud wolf-howl.
The battle has begun; the enemy is closer than the troop realized.
She draws back her dagger and heads down the hill to the north.
Her raven flies straight into the eyes of the other commander.
Screaming and slashing commence; it is a mighty fight.
The enemy retreats, recognizing the determination in Warmouth’s eyes.
She has backed off her third army in five months.
It is a record, but no one dares speak of it.
She is a leader who expects no praise.
Doing what she can to protect her clan.
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Caren Krutsinger
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