After a long while, the four males each managed to secure a portion of the durians. Although the grove had seemed abundant at first, once divided into four shares, it no longer felt quite enough.
Looking at what they had gathered, each of them silently thought the same thing: Not enough. We'll have to find more in the next few days.
They cast cold glances at one another—rivals through and through—before letting out quiet scoffs and leaving the grove, returning to the cave.
***
At the same time, from another direction, a group of beastmen was approaching the cave.
They soon arrived nearby—just in time to spot Aviel and the others returning. Instantly, they concealed themselves.
"Master Shaman, their numbers are quite large," said a black-winged beastman in a low voice.
"Master Shaman," added Ino, his tone wary, "that dragon leading them is extremely powerful—Haron was killed by him. And there's also a phoenix clansman… I'm no match for him."
