The sun was setting in an hour.
The delegations of the Redmaw Tribe, the Grimfang Tribe, and the Ironhide Tribe had traveled non-stop to reach their destination before the sun could fully set.
They originally thought of setting up camp and taking their time to arrive the next day, but they couldn't do that anymore.
As soon as news of the high-ranking tribes' journey to Grimjaw Mountain had reached their ears, they ditched the idea and instead decided to travel faster. In their eyes, it was better to be a bit more exhausted than to arrive on the same day as them.
Just as Leone had mentioned, the middle-ranked tribes had an inferiority complex towards the high-ranking tribes.
Their relationship might be friendly and calm on the surface, but it didn't change the fact that their tribes had to be extra cautious when dealing with these factions. After all, the latter could erase them from the face of the world on a whim.
