"What are you waiting for? Where's the nearest entrance? If we don't run now, we'll be torn to shreds," Gos burst out from hiding again, shouting at the injured Erde, who had stumbled and fallen in the distance.
"You're not from the Eagle Cliff Burrow?" The injured Erde had not caught up yet.
The situation had reversed too quickly. Just a second ago, he thought he was sure to die.
The next second, the hunter had crashed to the ground ahead of him, turning into prey with their head chopped off, allowing him to barely make a landing.
It was then that he realized that the Gnoll who had been gesturing to him was not one of his tribespeople.
"We're not now, but we used to be. We split off from the Eagle Cliff Burrow, the Blackwell Tribe," Gos hurriedly explained.
Gaven, who had quickly run back, brandished the Harpy's head in his hand and said, "Friend, not foe."
This statement was far more persuasive than Gos's explanation.
