21st Galena, 253, Late Summer
At last Swordraces is silent again, the howling is over. It started seven days ago when the jungles surrounding us echoed with the bestial roars and howls of the werewolf nation at war on the full moon. Otu Osmozomu, their greatest general, lead the charge, having taken with him at least forty of his folk as well as many sand lions and ant lions from their desert homeland. Having found them more ferocious than we had been lead to believe in the mountainhomes, we had set up giant axe blade traps in our entrance hall and a kill zone for our marksdwarves. Having learnt from our previous defence, they had even remembered their orders to take bolts with them. A volley of granite bolts slowed the assault somewhat before our two squads of axe and spear dwarves were rushed by the horde. Good dwarven steel proved a match for the slavering fangs for most of us, but two new recruits were torn apart by the beasts. As the wave broke against our line we pushed forward, making for Otu. Cog Forestconstruct the Ferocious Society of Gliding felled Otu with an axe to the head, it being her 24th wolf kill in the year and half since she migrated here. Although the plan was sound, our militia commander Zan Bustcharms the Wilted Limb fell at the last while trying to finish the last sand lion. Even Cog was driven back by the ferocious beast and it was only finished after the marksdwarves were ordered to leave their fortifications and clear the main gate.
Now after our celebratory feast of sand lion biscuits we will rebuild, the loss of their General should slow the wolves for now...