Gilda stood straighter on all-fours, looking at the War Council. Every eye seemed to watch her. Calmly, she said, “It tells me one thing: we’re going to win. Their initial assault may have removed capable officers and crippled us, but through hard work, we overcame our less than ideal start. Let’s not squander this opportunity. We will finish it. Make our Ancestors proud and send these Cloven to the crows.” 