((This would be a day and a half after Wilden and Draco met the Pegasi)) Longclaw and his brothers led the small army to the outskirts of Manhattan, far enough away to be hidden from the (few) sentries, but close enough to see the city. Even in the beginning of the night, the city was filled with noise, being loud enough for some wolves to shift uncomfortably in reaction. Though it was a challenge, nearly every wolf was as still as stone; no passing citizens or soldiers would look twice at them, which was extremely useful considering the number of travelers on the road. When the moon was at its highest, they charged in silence. The only howl heard was the first, the signal to attack. Longclaw was to lead a small group through the sewers and into the city to open the gates. He was down there for almost four seconds before wanting to chuck up the rabbit he caught earlier. Luckily the dumping site they entered from was extremely close to the city walls, so their trip through a very smelly hell was short. Covered with feces and other disgusting things leeching onto his fur, Longclaw opened the gate, allowing the wolves inside. He didn't need to get his paws covered in pony blood, the few soldiers that remained at their posts after the army was spotted were cut apart immediately by the wolves that went with Longclaw through the sewer. The inner gates had been sealed, it seemed, but the largest part of the city belonged to the wolves.