Chapitre 118: Thunderbird Air Cavalry!

Several days had passed, and under the broad expanse of a cerulean sky, a formidable procession of fifteen wyverns sailed gracefully toward their destination. The lead creature, a majestic fifth-order wyvern, bore a young werewolf whose presence commanded attention. This was Logan, returning to his homeland, the Silver Mane Tribe, after nearly three weeks of absence.

As the silhouette of the tribal settlement began to emerge on the horizon, a burly black bear, astride a robust pterosaur, turned to Logan. "Master Chief, is that your tribe up ahead?" he asked, his voice booming over the wind, pointing toward the cluster of structures now visible in the distance.

"Yes, that's the Silver Mane Tribe!" Logan replied, his voice filled with pride as he surveyed the approaching landscape.