"You must be the 44th Empyrean Tusk's successor." Orakha muttered in relief as he observed his eyes tearing up subconsciously, "Damn, my instincts as a Mammoth Clansman are raving about now."
"You're…Orakha, right?" Gannala took a second guess, for even though she could feel that the other party was part of her immune system, there was something odd about him. It felt like he could or couldn't be a Mammoth Clansman, all at his sole discretion.
"Did Inala tell you about me?" Orakha let out a bright smile, "Please tell me he didn't reveal anything strange about me."
"I'm not sure," Gannala acted casual as she nonchalantly walked past Orakha and grabbed Asaeya. She carried her to the side and placed her on the ground, feeding her the contents of a vial to aid in her recovery.
All along, Gannala could feel Orakha's eyes on her, trailing her actions. Acting unconcerned, she said, "He did say you were very smart, probably the smartest of his friend circle,"
