The Flying Eagle Tribe Leader mulled it over for a moment, then nodded. "She looks quite clean, and her figure isn't bad. That little face... OWW!!!"
Before he could finish, a sharp pain shot through the back of his head. The Flying Eagle Tribe Leader whipped his head around angrily, only to see his mate standing there with a dark expression, a thick wooden club in her hand.
"So, she's really that good-looking, is she?"
Her voice sounded as if it were forced through gritted teeth, heavy with strain.
The Flying Eagle Tribe Leader shuddered. "Haha... haha... um, I haven't even seen her. The tribesmen were asking, so I was just bragging a bit. Don't believe a word I say."
Seeing her mate sweating, his face a picture of guilt, the female sneered and swung the club at him. "Believe you? My ass! We're all beastmen, and you're thinking of finding another mate?
Feeling bold now that your wings are strong, are we?"
