“It actually fits pretty well,” Martin murmured, tugging at the tiger-striped pelt.
He had expected it to feel awkward, but once it was on, he couldn’t help nodding in approval.
“Not bad at all.”
Stepping out of the cave, he was greeted by a transformed Wolfteeth Tribe.
The battlefield had quieted.
The colossal elephants had long retreated, but Skywolf hadn’t yet recalled the non-combatants.
No one could be certain the beasts wouldn’t return.
All around, warriors were hard at work.
Some cleared corpses and debris.
Others followed Skywolf’s orders—collecting the intestines of the fallen elephants into one enormous pile.
Still others stripped hides for clothing, bones for weapons, and meat for food.
By noon, half a day after the attack, the tribe finally began to breathe again.
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