The bearded centaur in front nodded in the direction that the voice had come from, and he allowed them pass while escorting them from behind.
Regardless of the look that the big centaur gave Gray, Gray still walked forward, unaffected by his gaze.
As he did, he could hear whippers amongst the centaurs. These whispers were expected. After all, Gray was aware that he was a werecub, and those that followed him were also very young.
However, attitude was a superpower, and Gray wore it like a coat around his body with no shame or annoyance. As far as he was concerned, the world revolved around him, and it should just remain that way.
After a few more steps in, guided by the centaurs, many of whom swung from tree to tree using their powerful arms and very powerful tails.
Eventually, they reached the village.
These centaurs, bodies made for land but adapted to moving from tree to tree had their homes not on the ground but high up in the trees.
