"They sure escaped fast."
Sane kicked the cave door open, looking at the empty cave, and could not help but click his tongue.
Moharm had led Rylan to escape the moment the young Lion Chief fell into a disadvantage. Accompanying him was also a branch of the Gray Wolf clan. This Sub-Beast truly knew when to yield and when to stand tall.
"Chief, should we pursue them?"
"No need." Sane shook his head: "He will not dare to show his face again. We still have many other things to do."
He swept his gaze over the captured people, the depths of his eyes showing not a single ripple.
"Sane! How could you swing your claws at your own clansmen, you are going against the legacy of Obsidian." The Second Elder leaned on his walking stick, standing amidst the crowd shouting. He looked somewhat disheveled, no longer possessing any of the glorious radiance of the aloof, high-and-mighty elder from the past.
