In the middle of the dogs' war encampment stood a red tent. There was currently an important meeting ongoing inside, but it was suddenly interrupted by thundering cheers and a man intruding.
The first thing that Josh noticed upon entering was the war table in the middle surrounded by the various village chiefs. All were staring at the bones on the table. They seemed to be meaningfully placed to represent the enemies' movements.
The air was extremely heavy, the situation looked dire, and they all appeared so worried! Their tails were literally between their legs, they were frowning, and some could be seen biting their claws stressed. But that all changed when they noticed Josh.
"L-leader! You're back!" Old Napolitan cried out.
"Son! You're alive! I thought something had happened to you!" Old Bernard seemed about to hug him.
"Leader!!!!"
"This is great! We're saved!"
