THE GREAT WALL 5.1

The moon looked so peaceful in the sky. So oblivious to all trouble, to all evil. And Fátrwa the Silent Death felt so close to it because of the height. Under the roof where she slept, the footsteps of the human guards could be heard. Footsteps of the enemy, ignoring the death that stalked them. Soon the changing of the guard would be over, and then the Wind Paws would move. There were six of them beside her, each more skilled than the last.