Chapter 11 Moving In
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“Have you notified the shaman healer and the elders yet? Mr. Whitehead finding love can wait. Bringing back life-saving spirit stones is what really matters!”
“Right, right. Go get the shaman healer, now!”
After getting their fill of gossip, the patrolling beastmen finally remembered their duties.
Riding on the wolf’s back, Laurel couldn’t hear any of the whispers at all. She was like a country bumpkin visiting a grand estate for the first time, craning her neck to look at everything with wide-eyed curiosity.
The tribe was far more advanced than she’d imagined.
Tall wooden palisades ringed the perimeter, casting mottled shadows in the sunlight.
Thick logs, as wide as thighs, were set tightly together, their tops sharpened into spikes and coated with pine resin to repel wild beasts. Every hundred steps or so, a beastman warrior stood watch.
The streets were paved with blue-gray stone slabs, worn smooth by years of footsteps and gleaming softly with a warm sheen.
A squad of strong warriors patrolled along the road, bone knives and horn whistles at their waists clinking with crisp sounds.
The Fenfrost warrior leading them was named Danny Burgess.
When he spotted Sebastian, he stopped short, froze for a moment, then gave a slight nod. A smile flickered in his sharp eyes. After scanning the street corners once more to confirm all was clear, he continued on.
At the center of the tribe was an open square spanning hundreds of feet, with a raised platform built on a solid stone base.
Ancient Fenfrost totem patterns were carved into its surface. 12 totem pillars stood around it, each topped with a crouching stone wolf.
Beyond that, mountain ridges rose and fell in the distance. Several narrow stone paths wound upward like silver serpents.
Caves carved into the mountainside dotted the slopes along those paths, stacked three or four levels high.
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Laurel laughed softly. It felt like she was looking at apartment buildings in the beast world.
“Do beastmen live on all those mountains?” she asked curiously.
Fenfrost nodded. “Yeah. We live on the mountain to the southeast.”
A river curved past the eastern side of the tribe, fruit trees lining both banks.
At this time of year, bright red fruit weighed down the branches. Every so often, an overripe one would drop into the water with a splash, startling schools of plump silver-scaled fish.
Several males were tanning hides on stone slabs downstream, their hearty laughter sending gray-feathered birds fluttering up from the riverbank.
What amazed Laurel most was the appearance of the beastmen themselves.
They were generally tall and powerfully built. Most of the males stood over six foot three, heavily muscled, with sharp, striking features.
The female beastfolk were over five foot nine, tall and athletic, their bold curves and sun- warmed skin giving them a wild, untamed beauty.
Laurel glanced down at herself and sighed inwardly. Compared to them, she was barely five foot four, pale, and lacking any eye-catching curves. She felt like a skinny little sprout lost among towering trees.
Sebastian’s mountain had three levels in total. Disliking crowds, he lived in the cave at the very
top corner.
The entrance was small, but once inside, the space opened up dramatically.
Laurel stared blankly at the bare cave and found it a little funny.
The massive, three-hundred-square-meter cave held nothing but a quiet stack of over a hundred hides in one corner.
And that was it.
So this was a bachelor’s home.
Sebastian set down the two hide bags and asked carefully, “Where would you like to stay?”
He looked a bit nervous. “If you want, we can dig a new cave next to mine. That way we’d be closer, and it’d be easier to look after you.”
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After living so long in cramped concrete boxes, Laurel felt oddly uneasy standing in such a vast, empty space. She asked timidly, “Can I stay here with you? The cave is so big. My voice echoes, it’s dark, and there’s no door…
“And there are so many unfamiliar beastmen on this mountain. I’d be scared of sleeping alone at night.”
Afraid Sebastian might misunderstand, she quickly added in a small voice, “I can cook and clean. I’m small, I don’t eat much, and I don’t take up much space. I won’t get in your way.”
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