The day stretched on beneath the sweltering Beast World sun, filled with the sounds of snapping timber, squelching mud, and the heavy grunts of working beastmen. Ren's new village was slowly but surely taking shape.
However, forcing a group of fiercely proud White Tigers to do manual labor alongside a ragtag bunch of rogue strays was a recipe for absolute disaster. It was only a matter of time before the powder keg ignited.
The tension finally snapped at the mud-mixing station for Team Huts.
"You mindless, scavenging mutt!" a White Tiger beastman roared, his hands covered in thick brown sludge. "I said it needs more dry dirt! The mud is too wet! The twigs won't bind!"
"It needs more water!" Yuriel, the lanky wolf beastman from the strays, barked right back, baring his sharp canines. "If it's too dry, the walls will crumble! Do you want the huts to fall over in the wind?!"
