'They don't look in a hurry now...' Adrian thought while watching the tribesmen dancing like maniacs around the bonfire.
They were ecstatic as if their ancestors had graced them with their presence. It was the night of the full moon, a night that signified the tribe's triumph over the wilderness.
The tribesmen had lit a massive fire—big enough to light up the entire riverbank. Everyone gathered around it while the women were busy roasting meat and vegetables, with a few exceptions, while the men enjoyed indulging in various activities.
But the tribals weren't the only ones partaking in the festivities. Marcus was revelling in the moment, dancing with the stunning bronze-skinned women, a stark contrast to his usual experiences when it came to ladies.
