The Lion Witch sighed deeply as well. "If we can't get any stronger, how will we survive the next Fierce Beast Tide?"
The Black Wolf Witch's expression was grim. "We never should have agreed when they demanded more offerings last year. What are we going to do if they ask for another increase this year?"
The atmosphere inside the cave was tense as the leaders of several tribes wracked their brains, worrying about their people's survival. Outside, however, the air was filled with the cheerful laughter of the Snow Tiger Tribe.
The common tribe members were oblivious to the impending difficulties. All they knew was that this year, they had houses that wouldn't collapse at the first sign of rain and plenty of food to eat. To them, that was the good life.
That evening, the Beastman Warriors who had gone down the mountain for food returned with some bad news.
The witch sent word via a Half-beastman Warrior: it was going to rain again the day after tomorrow.
