The open space in front of the Watson Tribe was bustling with activity. Ji Nuan hung a bundle on the large Silver Wolf beside him, a helpless look on his face.
Xiu Yan's eyes were calm, but the continuously wagging tail behind him betrayed his good mood.
Elsewhere, Lei Er, bruised and battered, hid in a cave, gnawing on beast skin and whimpering. He felt immensely wronged; the despicable Xiu Yan had threatened him into giving up his spot at the tribal gathering. It was simply too mean.
"Shaman, I will be leaving with the tribesmen today. I have arranged everything for the hunting and patrolling. You will need to take care of the rest."
Ge Xing stood at the front of the queue, bidding farewell to Naima and the Shaman.
The Shaman nodded, "Don't worry, take care on your way to the meeting place, and be especially wary of the beasts of the Tumang Tribe. Protect Ji Nuan well."
