In the darkness, a pair of light brown eyes gazed at the tribe, faintly illuminated by the moonlight.
The dilapidated walls and the cold, lonely gate gave off an air of desolation.
"Clan Leader, this is the place."
The beastman in the lead nodded. "You few, go in first and see what the situation is."
"Yes."
A squad of strong, sturdy beastmen strode forward from behind them. Just as they were about to enter, two male Deer Beasts emerged warily from within the tribe.
"Who are you people? What are you doing here?"
The beastman in the lead was somewhat surprised. 'Weren't we told the Black Panther Tribe had no adult males left?'
Soon, they smelled the scent of the Exile Flower on the two male Deer Beasts.
"Two Wandering Beasts? This tribe isn't your territory. What business is it of yours why we're here?"
"The Clan Leader told us to guard the main gate. If you don't state your intentions, we won't let you in."
