The sun was staining the Eastern sky pink as the first group of Sabbats hand-picked ferret scouts crested the hill overlooking... a city place ((I don't know any cities so it would be nifty if someone could tell me one, please?)). The one in the lead, a black-armoured black-and-brown striped ferret wielding a wicked-looking dagger, turned to the others. He was Sabbat.
"They are unprepared. We can be in and out before these weaklings know what hit them." He hissed. The others nodded silently, weapons bouncing in their sheaths.
"They are unprepared. We can be in and out before these weaklings know what hit them." He hissed. The others nodded silently, weapons bouncing in their sheaths.