The Maw Feast raged on, the drums thumping loud, warriors hollering while another round of blood spilled in the stone-ringed waters. The Apatka somehow were getting rowdier and rowdier. Fights broke out among each other, but guards escorted them away.
Their chief wouldn't allow her people to go too far. The Apatka were known for their battle rage, and the Maw Feasts in the past may have gotten out of hand. To kill each other by accident when it was meant to be a joyous occasion was embarrassing and word had gotten back to the other tribes. Silver Flock especially believed the crocs to be fools of the land.
The fights among the crowds continued like the guards and Yara hadn't interrupted those who clearly were going to take it too far.
