[Following the successful completion of both major tasks, Host’s role within the Dow Clan has been formally assessed and recognised]
[Based on leadership contributions, influence metrics, and willing clan consensus...]
[The Dow Clan has officially recognised Host as their leader]
[Achievement: Accidental Politician!]
[ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ]
Tera stared at the screen.
’What the actual fuck?’
[Host is now the leader of the Dow Clan]
[Loading clan stats...]
[...]
[Dow Clan]
[Clan Leader: Tera]
[Species: Fox beast (shiftless)]
[Total Population: 46]
[Adults: 30 (11 Females, 19 Males)]
[Cubs: 16 (12 Newborns, 4 Juveniles)]
[Clan Morale: Very High]
[Food Security: Unsteady]
[Shelter Status: Established]
[Water Access: Reliable]
[Defence Rating: Low]
[(◕‿◕✿)]
[Congratulations, Clan Leader Tera!]
Tera’s mouth hung open.
But Xavi was the leader! He had always been the leader! She was just... the one who built things and yelled at people!
’Hold on. But Xavi is their leader!’
[Host surpassed Xavi’s leadership metrics approximately three months ago]
[The formal designation was delayed due to Host’s recovery period and pending task completion]
[But the clan’s consensus has been clear for some time]
[(ᵕ—ᴗ—)]
[Most of them already consider Host the true leader]
[They simply never said it out loud because they assumed Host already knew]
Tera did NOT know.
She had been running around organising construction projects, delegating tasks, teaching farming, managing food supplies, resolving conflicts, negotiating punishments, and restructuring the entire social order of the clan while pregnant, and she had somehow not noticed that she had quietly become the person in charge.
’Does Xavi know about this?!’
[(≖⩊≖)]
[Xavi was the first to defer this title to Host]
Tera’s brain was short-circuiting.
Ideally, this should have made her happy, but being a leader came with responsibilities she did not care for!
’Hold on a sec. I’ve basically been running things already for a long time now.’
Tera was processing this new revelation when Althea detached from her breast and made a small, satisfied sound.
She grabbed it and yanked like she was trying to pull a cork out of a bottle.
’Oh my God, her claws—’
’THIS IS NOT A MILESTONE!’
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