Several beastkin noticed Orgal being carried.
Murmurs spread quickly.
"The War Chief is injured."
"He lost a fight?"
"Who did this?"
Eyes turned instinctively toward Cattaleya.
Given her towering frame, dense muscles, and the overwhelming aura she gave off even while relaxed, many beastkin immediately assumed she was responsible. Gorilla beastkin with thick arms and wide chests stared at her with barely restrained eagerness. Rhino beastkin snorted softly, their hooves scraping against the ground as if itching for a challenge.
Cattaleya noticed.
She grinned.
Lin Mu could practically feel her excitement rising, like a blade being slowly drawn from its sheath.
For now, however, no one stepped forward.
The escort continued, weaving through the settlement toward the towering central structure. The apekin who had been guiding them remained calm, clearly accustomed to the attention.
They stopped before the massive bone and timber hall.
