Although the Snake Clan Beastmen naturally preferred damp, gloomy environments, they all watched the torrential rain outside the cave with worried frowns. They were concerned that the tribe's stored prey wouldn't be enough to last through the rainy season.
Elias Moretti was coiled in his crimson snake form, his scales gleaming with a cold luster.
He raised his head slightly, his forked tongue flicking toward the curtain of rain, tasting the scents carried on the air.
He stared at the downpour, but his thoughts were of Evangeline.
'She left the Grymdale Tribe a long time ago. Now that the rainy season is here, will she be able to make it back from the Frost-plain Tribe?'
A young Beastman appeared through the rain, stumbling forward as he was battered by the storm.
