Chương 370: The Mercenaries: The Beast

4 hours ago. Southwest of Wrath Island. A day away from the center.

"Never saw you slack like this?" the Werelion asked. He's got the body of an over-jacked individual with the curved of his muscles visible even under the thick of his brown fur. He was naked above but wrapped in a stylish cloth donning under his waist down to his ankle. It was like a skirt but for muscular men. It has the color of strong gold that acquainted his beastian eyes. The fur around his neck was overdone that one might wonder if how does a man breath on those.

The man he was talking to was kneeling on one over the branch of a tree. He was clad in black leather that kept his face hidden under a hood. There's no way for the Werelion to tell whether the man was indeed a man or a woman. Not even his voice he recognized since they barely talk. But sure this man was respected with the intricacy of his spells and value to the team. He was always calm, and think ahead of time.