The chieftain of the grey wolf tribe was about to remove his clothes and enjoy the goat beastkin woman he captured when he heard his subordinates' urgent call.
"Chief, bad news! There is an army approaching!"
Hearing this, the grey wolf tribe chieftain was stunned. "What?!"
He stepped out of the room and grabbed his panicking subordinate. "What did you say?! Say it clearly!"
In a trembling voice, the wolf beastkin warrior replied. "The goat bastards brought an army of humans! We must escape, chief!"
"Humans?!" The chief frowned.
"It's just a bunch of humans. We don't need to fear them." He snorted, pushing away the shaking wolf warrior.
"Chief, there are a thousand of them! We don't stand a chance!" The wolf beastkin warrior quickly added.
"What?! You should have said that from the start dumbass!" The chieftain cursed, panicking inwardly.
He wouldn't fear a small group of humans, but if there were a thousand of them, that would be a different story.
