“Our hero!”
“Our hero!”
The entire Wolfteeth Tribe shouted in unison again, their voices rumbling like thunder through the night.
Martin waved awkwardly at the crowd, still unsure how to react to so much enthusiasm. Then, under the tribe’s highest form of welcome, he entered the Wolfteeth settlement.
Elder Earthwolf and the others followed behind him, basking in the reflected glory.
That night, the Wolfteeth camp once again blazed with bonfires. The air was thick with laughter and celebration—almost exactly like the night they had first solved the water crisis.
But Martin had never been one for noisy gatherings. After greeting a few people politely, he slipped away to his cave, changed into a clean hide garment, and began studying the large golden egg he had brought back.
He turned
