General Sharpclaw entered the tent of the king, it was slightly more luxurious then the other tents in the camp, lavender incense burned on a table that had a map with various strategies drawn on it. Sharpclaw wasn't here for all that she's here for whatever fate awaits her "My King..." Sharpclaw said, trying to sound professional as she can, as she stood next to her king "I ..... failed, I lost the battle near the river. Do not worry though, I was able to escape and come back with... most of my army" She runs her remaining hand along her long red horns, Sharpclaw did have only her left hand left, her right one replaced by a metal claw. A reminder of what happened the last time something like this happened "We may have lost a battle but that doesn't mean we lost the war" Sharpclaw said, trying to sound more reassuring