"What is a pipsqueak doing here?" Malaya glanced up to see a tall bulky beast folk standing in front of a skinny and small boy. He had the mane of a lion. Obviously, he was a lion beast folk. He was only dressed in a Doric tunic with a loincloth to cover his lower part. He was carrying a long, massive sword on his back.
The boy took a few steps back. He only wore plain greyed clothes and had messy dark brown hair. If it weren't for the long rake he was clutching, he could be mistaken for a beggar. The said boy appeared to be her age or much nearer. Malaya wasn't sure of what kind of beast he was due to the two small horns on his head. He could be a goat, reindeer, or something with a horn. The boy's orange eyes tried their best to glare at the predator in front of him.
"That's Algero from the Lion Tribe!" Malaya heard whispers in the background.
