Mo Na obediently nodded her head, but as for what she was actually thinking, only she herself probably understood.
After a bout of weeping, the mother and daughter cursed at Mo Peisi's freak of nature for a while, then sat up from their beast skin mat and started to eat the tender meat and fruits the orcs had brought them.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Mo Peisi who was below the attention of several high-ranking members of the Serra Tribe, was hunting outside with the tribe members of the Gray Bear Tribe he had newly met.
"Mo Peisi, don't go over there. That's already the territory of the Watson Tribe," an orc reminded his newly recognized brother.
The Watson Tribe... aren't they the tribe of orcs they had met last time?
"The Watson Tribe is a big tribe too?" he wondered aloud, as he had never seen them at the large trading gatherings.
