You'd retreated from the worst of the fighting, encouraging your packmates to retreat peacefully. Along the way back toward werewolf territory, you encountered a trio of helpless wolves trapped under a collapsed concrete structure. You stopped to help them at the risk of being gunned down yourself, releasing the unfortunate would-be revolutionaries from certain death.
By the time you'd reached the bridge that led back home, it was too late. The humans had amassed a terrifying force to box you in, including a steel-plated tank with a main gun large enough to tear each of your wolves to pieces before you could even reach it. Retreating back the way you came, you and your followers ran into Haken again. The Warmaster had also been routed, and both groups merged, taking shelter in a defensible perimeter down by the shoreline.
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