Lin Weishan nodded once and continued, "Our tribe is not helpless. We have three-striped males. We have trained hunters. We have numbers, walls, and clear ground. One rogue beastman, even four-striped, cannot take what belongs to this tribe if every fool here remembers to use his head."
This time a few males nodded. The pride in that statement mattered. Fear could not be allowed to spread too far or the whole tribe would become weak before a real fight even came.
Still, questions kept coming.
A female with spotted cat ears asked, "Will the hunters still go out?"
"Yes," Lin Weishan said. "But not in the usual way. Hunting groups will go in larger numbers. No fewer than five males to a party, and each group will have at least one two-striped beastman. Three-striped males will rotate between the outer patrols, the forest boundary, and the tribe's central guard."
