Ares had spent a long while thinking about what to do with the original Ten that he had formed. He felt that their current position was a little awkward, and there was nothing yet codified.
The oxfolk had begun to fill the various villages, and he had already moved many of his own to mingle with them. Most of the oxfolk remained in their own little villages, he didn't want to spread too many of his original Riveans too thin in case they felt slighted, but at the same time he had tried to be welcoming to all the new oxfolk that had joined him. Still, it was difficult, there were almost twice as many new oxfolk as he had original Riveans.
Even now he caught himself. 'Original Riveans…' How could he think of such a thing? No, these new oxfolk that had joined him, they were Riveans. No matter the person, they were to be welcomed into Rivea as a Rivean, though he still wasn't sure how permanent Sohka was with his request.
