Red Raid ships. “What the hell are the snow pirates doing here?” “Oh that? Called in a favor,” Judd shouts back at me with a grin in his voice. “Thought we could use the help.” “And the timberwings? Are those King Thold and his Elites?” The beasts are everywhere, attacking the fae in fatal swoops and roaring mouths. “Nope,” Judd calls.
