Wu Yue was a little surprised. She hadn't expected the Beastmen of this world to place themselves on the same level as the wild beasts of the forest.
She recalled how people in her previous life had always considered themselves the apex of all living things, with funeral rites that were both elaborate and lengthy.
"We feed on the beasts of the wild, so after death, we should return our bodies to them. Only when the last shred of flesh and the last bone have been accepted by the Polar Forest can we return to the embrace of the Beast God."
Wolf Fang said in a low voice.
Wu Yue sighed softly. "I know you must have your own arrangements, but there's something I think I need to tell you."
Her expression was grave, and Wolf Fang's demeanor couldn't help but turn serious as well.
Wu Yue frowned as she looked at the corpses laid out around them. "I'm sure you've smelled it too. Many of the tribe members' bodies have already started to decompose. If you don't deal with them soon..."
