"They're just circling," someone said from further down the wall. A faction member from one of the other groups, his voice carrying confusion rather than alarm. "Why aren't they attacking?"
Noah watched the horde move through the snow-covered wilderness beyond the perimeter. Hundreds of them, maybe close to a thousand. Category four beasts based on size alone—massive creatures that stood easily twelve feet tall at the shoulder, their bodies covered in what looked like natural armor plating that gleamed gold in the fading afternoon light.
They looked like polar bears if polar bears had been designed by someone who thought standard apex predators weren't threatening enough. White fur covered most of their bodies, but that gold armor grew in thick plates across their backs, shoulders, and heads. Long claws extended from paws the size of dinner tables. Spikes jutted from their spines. Multiple horns curved from their skulls in patterns that suggested both offense and defense.
