Clack, clack, clack...

A rough tan hand jiggles a sack placed in front of his tired yet delighted light brown eyes.

"I believe this and what we've been able to hunt down will be enough for either a harvestful trade, for our females, or resources for our tribe warriors," comments Dash as he easily swings the heavy sack to his back.

Standing nearby is a tall broad male sniffing the air for hints of an intruder or intruders. The male nods absemintidly as his eyes wander back to the ground where a group of three mangled beastmens lay, yet this one of the bodies belonged to a female.

Letting out a sigh, Dash was able to get Vick's attention back to him. "It's time to go back to the tribe... we can't keep worrying about what we don't know."

"More the reason to stay and find out," replies Vick as his hackles slightly raise at the thought of a possible threat to his tribe.

Displeased with the younger males response, Dash lets out a low growl. "What then will we do when we find the answer? Go out and kill them? What about their numbers, type of beast, or number of marks? Not to mention that if we kill discriminatively we might involve our tribe in a war. I'm not willing to bring my family and loved ones into a fight where everything is unknown."

Vick, who was attempting to control the glow in his eyes, responds tightly, "we are both three mark males, not many out there have reached our level."

Lifting an eyebrow, Dash scoffs, "you may have improved on how to track, defend, and kill on this hunt, but know this." With glowing light brown eyes shining similar to his daughter when shown frustrated, Dash continues, "you may not have ever come across them, but there are those that despite not being high in marks are truly great at strategizing and using any means to win. Then there are those who can go as high as achieving five marks and not show it on their skin."

To this surprising news, Vick who immediately wanted to know where and how, was rudely interrupted again by the older alpha male with a side comment, "looks like you'll need more experience, one of which our tribe can't give you."

As the two males left the area, the birds who were camouflaging themselves up in the tree slowly flew down to feast on the three corpses killed by a now dead colossal and injured by...

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"Congratulations Suki!" happily yells Sheila as she gives the relieved black hair female a tight hug.

"Thank you, time felt so long," yawns Suki as she lays her cloth on a tree branch and walks with the blonde-haired woman to the river to bathe.

"Speaking of time, looks like you're no longer shy, hummm," smirks the taller female at the now slightly blushing girl walking beside her who is carrying a bowl tightly to her chest.

"Yeah" cough, "well no one here cares about looking at the everyday womaaa, em, female body. So, I just got to pretend that I'm at a nude beach, like, no problem".

Letting out a short odd laugh, she then adds while scratching the tip of her nose, "though, I would never would've attempted to actually go to one.Yet I can't deny that walking in my birthday suit in the open air has been thrilling, apart from ugh seeing others in the same... suit.. with uh tails...that's like a perverted nerds dream," groans Sheila as she frowns at the thought.

The blushing girl continues with a slight change of topic while not noticing Suki's mischievous eyes, "I mean, sure there are females that are truly gorgeous and definitely makes me self conscious of my own body but at least no one is goggling at anyone. And most importantly there are no hormonal horny attention seeking males here!" Brightly smiles Sheila as she happily bounces on her toes.

"Ohh, no males you say," heartedly laughs Suki drawing the attention of some of the bathing females.

Noticing their stares and giggles, Sheila quickly soaks herself into the body of water instead of doing her usual routine of feeling the cool water with her toe, then her feet, then her other foot, and slowly working it up to her body.

Still in the water from chest down, Sheila looks at Suki for answers. "What do you mean? Gosh, don't tell me! Can they see us?!" she whispers the last part.

Instead of Suki responding, a snort sounded out behind her. Shrieking, Sheila swats some water at the culprit while trying to run/ paddle to the now laughing half-bear female beast.

Cough, "wao" cough, "you're really defenseless," toothly smiles Natasha as she lazily doggy paddles to them.

"Oh it's you red dog," grumpily responds the blonde-haired girl as she starts to apply her naturally made shampoo to her hair while warrily glancing toward the trees.

"Um, Sheila or is your name pug?"

"Sheila!"

"Oh, um Sheila, I've been wanting to say sorry about throwing you into the lake... I didn't think you were so weak," adds Natasha as she takes a sniff at the odd gooey stuff found in the female's bowl.

While Sheil humms out a reply, Suki adds in a giggle at her friend's attempt at an apology. "She's not weak, just different." Then dips her hand into the bowl to grab some of the stuff and place it into her own hair.

Natasha, who couldn't understand how a fragile female isn't weak, tilts her head in confusement while slowly placing a finger into the bowl.

Slapping her finger away, Suki continues, "what she lacks in here" points Suki to her elongated teeth. "She has it here," she then points to her head.

Seeing a pouting Natasha and a happily humming Sheila who was now making foam on her head, Suki quickly adds, "not literally Natasha. I'm talking about the same skills or more of what my papa Jack and papa Brent have... ability to strategize."

Natasha, seemingly now getting it, grins and gives a startled Sheila a hug, "then you'd be a great warrior for our tribe Sheila!"

Instead of receiving a hug back, Sheila surprises the half-wolf female beast with a loud shriek. "Hell no! I'm weak! I'm definitely weak!"