After the meeting, Mamuti strolled back to his quarters, thoughtful but with a spark of excitement. He turned to Kule, who had quietly followed him, a familiar presence in the background.
"Uncle Kule, I've made up my mind, I'm heading to the Silver Mane Tribe!" he announced with a grin, his eyes glinting with ambition.
Kule raised an eyebrow. "You really believe the Silver Mane Tribe can hold its own against the others?"
Kule's question hung in the air. A veteran warrior of the Duskin tribe and one of its formidable sixth-level pillar guardians, he had only recently, after much persuasion from Mamuti, agreed to ally with the Silver Mane Tribe. Yet, his stance was cautious, almost skeptical. In his heart, he was still a watchful outsider. To truly join Silver Mane, he needed to see if they could withstand the coming storm.