The old man’s hair was pure white, but his eyes gleamed with an intensity that cut through the air.
He carried a bone staff carved from some unknown creature, and his tiger-striped hide draped loosely across his shoulders.
“Chieftain!”
At his appearance, every man, woman, and child of the Wolfteeth Tribe bowed low, their faces solemn and reverent.
So this was the tribe’s leader.
The chieftain gave his people a brief nod, then turned toward Elder Earthwolf and Martin.
When his gaze met Martin’s, his face grew even more dignified.
“The Wolfteeth Tribe’s most honored guest has arrived,” he declared, voice booming with authority.
“Let us welcome him with the highest ceremony of our tribe!”
“Yes, Chieftain!”
Hundreds of voices thundered as one.
Then, in perfect unison, the entire tri
