Logan leaned back, a faint flicker of warmth softening his otherwise cold demeanor as he surveyed the two men before him, Surshen and Kule. "Excellent," he began, his voice low but confident, "from this moment on, you will take charge of the Duskin tribe."
Surshen and Kule exchanged bewildered glances. Their minds raced not at the prospect of leadership, but at Logan's next command: "You'll proceed with our original strategy, join the alliance and work to destroy the Silver Mane tribe as planned."
The weight of his words hung in the air, thick with disbelief. Kule's brow furrowed. "But… are we not supposed to merge with the Silver Mane tribe?"
Logan's gaze turned steely. "Let's not forget, just months ago, Mamuti led a coalition of four smaller tribes against us. You remember that, don't you?" He directed his question at Surshen, who nodded vigorously.