With the autumnal caravan, the Beak Dogs returned to Drunkensteels.
All in all, my military performed admirably. A couple of raw, underequipped recruits got their arms mangled, and a captain nearly had his leg bit off, but nobody died and the entire pack was destroyed.
On the other side of the map, my miner suddenly caused a cave-in without my direct supervision and died, taking a random peasant with him. I'm still not entirely sure what happened there, but I do know that the miner was fairly popular (being one of the starting seven and lover of the Chief Medical Dwarf.) His death has put the fortress on the verge of a tantrum spiral, as the delicious assortment of booze in the kinda ok dining hall is being outweighed by the shock of dead friends. A milker who had the misfortune to be friends with both of the deceased went mad after a different ghost decided to haunt her, and is running around babbling. She has quite a few friends, and her death may put me over the edge.
And to top it off, the Goblins decided to ambush. One squad of Crossbows turned a wounded straggler from the Beak Dog fight into a pincushion. Their leader was a Pikeman, and he managed to keep the army from closing to melee with the archers- between the two of them half my military took wounds of one kind or another, some serious.
As the Pikeman fell and the crossbows turned to flee, another squad of Crossbows led by a Maceman decloaked off the left flank and sent a punishing fusillade of bolts into my already wounded, upset dwarves. A hammerdwarf caught a bolt to the helmet which knocked him unconscious, and was quickly pincushioned. An Axedwarf danced with the Macegoblin for a while, and just after he severed the goblins arm he took a bolt to the spine, and was (you guessed it) pincushioned. The captain of the Swordsdwarf squad led a charge against the goblin position, and took a pair of bolts to his stomach. Despite constant retching, he went on to cut down two goblins and send the rest packing before he collapsed on the ground.
All told, I no longer have the beds to hold the wounded (hospital construction has been moved way up the priority queue,) most of my dwarves are unhappy, and my announcements are being spammed by dwarves too injured to grab their weaponry. We're in for one wild winter.