Early the next morning, Ophelia had intended to sleep in, but the bustling noise of the Snow Wolf Clan members woke her up.
"Oh my god, Loki hunted down a tiger!"
"A tiger in heat is the most ferocious. He's actually that powerful!"
"Yeah, I heard the last person to hunt down a tiger was the First Clan Leader who founded the Snow Wolf Clan a hundred years ago."
"Does that mean Loki is going to be the next Clan Leader?"
The news of Loki hunting a tiger spread like wildfire, growing as wildly as weeds in spring.
Ophelia sat up, rubbing her hair in frustration. "So annoying."
The door to the stone house was pushed open, and Tyler walked in carrying a clay washbasin. "Wash your face. Breakfast will be ready soon." He handed Ophelia a soaked animal-skin cloth.
Meanwhile, Amy and the Little Beastmen of the tribe were gathered around the tiger, peering at it curiously.
Miche smiled and said gently, "Slow down, Amy. Don't fall."
