The shouting that erupted underneath the tent was deafening. Each man representing their own tribe in an attempt to get the last word in. Though neither was winning, as it seemed like the shouts just got louder with each sentence spoken.
Tuzi doubted that anyone was really listening to the thoughts being said. At the moment, she had no words of her own that she wanted to contribute to the debates. She honestly had no idea what was even the topic.
The rabbit shifter sat numbly in her seat as verbal warfare was exchanged back and forth between the men of the New Moon tribe and Silver Moon clan. Each side sparring passionately with their words, as they were unwilling to concede to changes that would disrupt their lives.
