Upon arriving at the outpost, Alice furrowed her brows as she noticed the same situation in the outpost. The ones who hunted the beasts were happy while the captains were concerned.
All of the beasts they hunted already had old wounds across their body. Not only that, but all of them were juvenile beasts.
"Just tell the tavern keeper to bill everything to my name. I'll sort it out later." Bo reminded as he jogged towards the main building with the other captains.
Seeing them whisper to one another, Alice read their lips and noticed that all of them were talking about the beasts.
The common factor for all of this was the fact that every single beast that came from the frontline had old wounds and lacked an adult watching over them.
Had it been just one or two, Bo and the others would've dismissed it as it wasn't uncommon for beasts to lose their parents. Especially near locations where humans frequent.
