"Ee! Uh!"
"Habi xi xi xi!"
"Aminias!"
Between the puddles and dirt roads, the shrill cries, like those of monkeys, echoed eerily.
In the twilight gray sky, the cries appeared so strange, even more peculiar than when Horn danced a magical ritual.
Horn stood on the stirrups, looking in that direction.
Shadows with beast ears and long tails swayed back and forth on long poles, between puddles and dark ditches.
These shadows were too familiar with the swamp, and their daily movements relied on these long poles to leap between patches of solid ground and mire.
They knew where to plant their poles and where to land their thick footpads.
With an extra tail compared to humans, they possessed superior balance, and those long poles acted as if they were their third arm.
"What's going on?" The elders started shouting in panic.
