Inside the Rat Clan, it was business as usual.
The males were responsible for going out to hunt, providing for the females and cubs who stayed back in the tribe.
In the market, you could find stalls selling all sorts of things. One stall in particular was extremely popular; whether or not people bought anything, they would always stop to have a chat with the stall owner.
Auro had just sold the last few pieces of dried meat. His jerky was of good quality, tasty, and crucially, it was cheap. He only made a modest profit. The folks around were all discerning customers who preferred his jerky, especially since he used enough salt to give them the energy to hunt and work harder.
"I'm grateful for our tribe members' patronage today. I'll be back tomorrow," Auro began to pack up his stall for the day.
Suddenly, the bustling, lively crowd went quiet, and even the sound of Auro rolling up his mat could be heard clearly.
He looked up curiously to see what had happened.