"There's probably more of these fuckers… but they had enough. No point in finding the third prayer room, they'll starve anyway." Gustav said, as he wanted to avoid killing more snakes.
Vanessa was happy about the results nonetheless. She ran into some red-scaled snakes in the past, and it didn't go so well. They were maniacs, as she described it, and they didn't even have a fraction of a moral compass!
She considered it a good deed to kill them. Since those violent hunters were gone now, the rest of this tribe was sure to starve soon, and she enjoyed that idea very much!
Most tribes had their own set of hunters, for efficiency's sake. Only the best hunters were trusted to provide food, but in exchange, this numbed down the whole tribe's ability to hunt.
It was a risky bargain, and in this case, what was left of the red-scaled snakes had to suffer the consequences!
