The earth beneath their feet was stamped with deep marks.
On the road, Seraphina suddenly saw a group of Leopard Clan males rushing out from various tents, running like mad in the same direction.
They were wrapped in heavy beast skin skirts, which flapped wildly in the wind as they ran.
She leaned against Gideon's chest, reaching out to poke his shoulder.
"Why are so many males running towards the entrance? What's happening? Is something wrong with the Leopard Clan?"
"Usually, only when the tribe is severely threatened, does everyone become alert."
Gideon's steps slowed slightly, his brows furrowing, eyes scanning the surroundings warily.
The shadows of the trees swayed, the grass rustled softly.
There was a tense atmosphere filling the air.
