Juna's furious shout carried across the entire staging area and reached the front rank.
Several knights stopped tightening straps and turned toward the supply crates, while one nervous horse pulled against its reins.
Near the formation's front, Helen snapped her head toward the noise and released a long, irritated breath.
"What the hell is that rookie doing now," she asked as one eye began to twitch.
A knight beside the supply cart pulled his bag closed and followed her stare.
"Preparations are finished, Vice Captain, so the count matches and the horses are ready," the knight said as he shouldered his bag.
"Good, so keep everyone here while I find out what that commotion is," Helen said as she started toward the crates.
She rounded the stacked supplies and found Juna standing between Hajin on one side, with Vella smirking on the other.
The wolfkin's arms stretched wide, her ears lay flat against her hair, and furious color covered her face as she pointed at the ring spirit.
