Who cares about right or wrong? Agree first and then debate. They can't let the Monte Tribe, these hard-shell beast cubs, take back all the Beast God Fruits. Even if they themselves don't get it, they can't let the Monte Tribe monopolize the resources, fostering a Gru Tribe, can they?
They all nodded in agreement; the clan leaders managed to push their acting skills to the limit.
"It's too dangerous. When my mate was gestating, she craved sweet water. My other companions and I went to fetch it but ended up not only failing to get any sweet water, but all of my companions also died. Only I returned, surviving because the Shaman saved me with Divine Wood Powder," a Clan Leader dramatically retold, teary-eyed.
The young orc sitting behind him couldn't bear to look, lowering his head. His father was really shameless. His mother only had him as a companion.
Were those deceased companions that you speak of figments of your imagination due to your dull love life?
