One of the Beastmen from the party of two stepped forward, his wide chest rising and falling as he snarled, "Tark! How dare you! Even after injuring my sister, I let you go because of your tribe's shaman — yet you still dare come here and claim this land as yours?! The land our tribe has been foraging on for years!"
One of the three Beastmen at the far end snorted, "And so? What does that have to do with us? There are plenty of other places you can forage. Since when does wandering through a forest make it yours?"
The one beside him, arms crossed, added, "Besides, this place is far from your Shadowclaw tribe — you'd need to spend two full nights in the forest to get here. It's not part of your territory. So why are you claiming it, hm?"
"Gorak! Drop the act. Your tribe is farther than ours! You're just here to snatch—" the Beastman behind the first speaker cut in heatedly. He seemed the youngest of the group, thinner, his features sharper with youth.
