The witch smiled and beckoned. "Bring it here, quickly. I skipped the midday meal, and I'm starving."
The Beastman pursed his lips, placed the food in front of her, then turned and left, carrying the dry grass from the cave entrance.
A moment later, a fresh nest of dry grass had been laid out in the witch's cave.
"Witch, do you wish to mate with this Beastman?"
The Beastman watched the witch for a long time before finally asking the question.
The witch chuckled lightly at his words. "When did I ever say I wanted to mate with him?"
She looked up in the direction of the Polar Forest. "I was just using this opportunity to bring up the matter of the Fierce Beast Crystal Cores."
The Beastman was shocked. "You told the Messenger about the Fierce Beast Crystal Cores?"
"That's right. Since our Yan Yan Tribe can't just go and attack those tribes in the Polar Forest, we might as well let a Super Tribe handle it.
