With the alliance between the Ironhoof and Stonehorn clans solidifying, Kael returned to the Verdant Hoof territory with a sense of accomplishment. The atmosphere among the tribes was changing; whispers of unity and strength echoed through the camps, igniting hope in the hearts of the centaurs.
Garth, however, was still skeptical. As Kael entered the camp, he found Garth waiting for him, arms crossed and an expression that could curdle milk. "I heard about your little skirmish with the Stonehorn. Impressive, but it does not change our standing," Garth said, his tone sharp. "You have not earned my trust, Kael."
"I'm not here to earn your trust, Garth," Kael replied, his voice steady. "I'm here to ensure our survival. The humans are not going to wait while we bicker amongst ourselves."
Garth stepped closer, his gaze piercing. "You think you can just waltz in here, challenge our customs, and dictate our future? You are a newcomer, and your ideas are dangerous. We have survived for centuries by our own ways."
"Your ways are what led us to near extinction!" Kael shot back, the frustration boiling over. "Look at what happened to our tribe! We can't afford to be isolated any longer. We need to unite if we are to stand a chance against the humans. I have secured alliances with the Ironhoof and the Stonehorn. We will not face them alone."
Garth's expression hardened, but a flicker of uncertainty crossed his face. "If you truly believe in this alliance, prove it. Arrange a council meeting with the leaders of both clans. If they are as strong as you claim, then we will discuss how to confront the humans together."
Kael nodded, understanding the challenge. "I will arrange it. But you need to be open to the possibilities. We must adapt to survive."
As Kael organized the meeting, he couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom. The humans were growing bolder, encroaching on centaur territory, and he needed to rally the tribes quickly before it was too late.