"She must leave! Tonight! We must send the cursed female away!"
The exhausted voice of Elder Zhao echoed around the massive central fire of the Thousand Fang Tribe.
The women and cubs were tucked safely away in their huts, while the senior warriors and elders had gathered in a tight, highly stressed circle around the flames.
Elder Zhao aggressively pointed a clawed finger toward the direction of Bai Yue's hut. "So much has gone wrong since she came back to us! Look at the state of our home!"
"I am looking," Zhāo Yàn drawled, lounging on a large, moss-covered log. The Fox Lord had one leg crossed elegantly over the other. "And I see a village that is perfectly fine, save for a few ripped leaves and some bruised egos."
"Bruised egos?!" Elder Zhao barked. He began counting on his gnarled fingers. "First, a horde of thieving, screaming monkeys! Then, a golden dragon falls from the sky and decides to live here! Then, she tries to suffocate us all with weaponized, boiling red water!"
