Being master hunters, they processed their kills with a speed that was nothing short of incredible.
The Beastman Warriors had just finished gathering all the hides when the roars of Fierce Beasts echoed from the distance.
"Go!"
Their expressions hardened. Shouldering the Beast Skins, claws, and fangs, they dashed out of the valley and vanished into the dense jungle in the blink of an eye.
As for the Fierce Beasts drawn by the scent of blood, they were immediately captivated by the carcasses in the valley. For them, it was another sumptuous feast.
Meanwhile, in the Snow Tiger Tribe, the once-empty plaza was now bustling with activity.
Bare-chested, the males grunted with effort, rhythmically pounding with wooden pestles. In front of each of them stood a stone trough, each one thigh-high.
