With that, he glanced at the Snow Tiger Witch, a little sheepish. "Um... never mind the rest of my people, but could you possibly spare a cave for our witch?"
He's the witch of a tribe, after all. It really wouldn't look right for him to live out in the open.
The Snow Tiger Witch's eye twitched. "Spare a cave? What's there to spare? When that old coot gets here, he can just stay with me. This cave is huge. You think it can't fit one more person?"
The Black Wolf Tribe Leader immediately beamed. 'As long as the witch's accommodations are sorted out, the rest of the tribe can just squeeze in. Given what they've been through, just being alive is a tremendous blessing.'
After a long-overdue meal of roasted meat, the Black Wolf Tribe Leader and the Beastman Warriors from the Flying Eagle Tribe departed.
