"What happened to Brother Ge Tai?" Xiu Yan asked as he and the tribesfolk ran to the site where Ji Nuan had lit a fire. At first glance, he spotted the great lion on his back, its body entirely stained red with blood.
"Ge Tai was surrounded by a pack of hyenas. He's taken heavy injuries to his body and hind legs and has lost a lot of blood." Xiu Yan slightly lowered his body, "Quickly get on, we need to hurry back to the tribe to inspect the situation with the hyenas."
Without hesitation, Ji Nuan climbed onto Xiu Yan's broad back, and the assembled beasts swiftly returned to the entrance of the tribe.
As for the hyenas, they could now accurately be described as dead dogs, lying pseudolifelessly on the ground. They were dragged to the center of the tribe by the orc people of the Watson Tribe.
Grandma Shaman's eyes sparkled brightly as she mentally awarded 32 points in favor of the Sharp Tooth Grass.
