In the past, he would have foolishly rushed forward to reunite with his clansmen.
But now he had his female and their cubs. They were his weakness, so he had to think things through carefully before acting.
These Horned Deer were being used as a life-extending remedy for certain powerful figures. They had been thoroughly conditioned not to even think about escaping and were supplied with fine food and drink. Aside from the fear that they might not live to see another day, they had no other worries. For the sake of their health, they were even given Female Slaves to enjoy every few days.
Comfort destroys one's fighting spirit. They had even grown accustomed to being served, never having to worry about food or drink. Leaving this place, on the other hand, would cause them all sorts of discomfort.
'He couldn't trust clansmen like that! He might save them one moment, only to be pushed out to die in their place the next.'
