Matriarchs

Randella was definitely not a normal lady, not your usual damsel. She had the body of a powerful female warrior, with dozens of steel-like firm muscles, a healthy bronze skin and a somewhat long black hair that gave her a very peculiar trait. Her entire figure was still within what could be considered as the standard for woman aesthetics, but bordering the line where she would just be seen as a bulky warrior.

However, since she wasn't there yet, the males from the Grey Mane tribe still had to move their lustful stares away from the uncovered parts of her body, lest they be discovered.

Through the fabric of her robe, they could see the delineation of her curves, together with the outline of her muscles. Feeling conflicted, they were forced to look down and let their leader take care of everything.

Even Rothur Greymane was feeling the same way. Actually, he was faring a bit worse than the others of his group, since he was inherently a lustful male. One of the motives of their visit to the Southern Moon tribe, was related to that after all.

However, if it weren't for his father's real ambitions and the plans he had in store for the future, he would spend the rest of his life thinking about on how to obtain Lya and the other women he fancied. But for some reason Rothur still didn't know, his father, the almighty leader of the Grey Mane tribe, decided on helping him obtaining what he wanted.

"Ahaha, Randella... You know I didn't mean to cause you any trouble back then. Unfortunately, I was still young and naïve, completely different from my present self."

Randella narrowed her eyes after hearing his words, but refrained from saying anything else about that topic. She valued her time more than anything and wanted to go directly to the point where they could discuss about the real business, instead of wasting time and energy on past and superficial things.

But for that, a proper place would be required.

"Galathor, I guess you wouldn't like to waste any more of our precious time out here. We have lots of important things to talk about, so follow me to the main hall; the most important elders are already waiting for us there." Randella finished her speech and turned around. She started walking away, not bothered by anything else.

It was as if she wasn't actually receiving special guests at her tribe, but normal people.

Those who witnessed the way Randella spoke and acted, started thinking that she and the Southern Moon tribe were in reality, sitting in the strongest position and not otherwise, just how it really was.

Normally, if any of the Grey Mane tribe illustrious warriors visited another tribe in that region, their people and leaders would do anything to please them, going as far as bootlicking them. However, Rothur and the other five elite warriors noticed how differently, Randella and the people here were acting.

It was as if they were in control of the situation.

Galathor Greymane, Rothur Greymane's father, just smiled with an amicable expression and followed after her. His passive stance puzzled everyone, even the people from his own group, but after thinking things through, anyone could understand why he was acting like that.

In the end, even if they constituted the strongest and most powerful force in that whole territory, at that moment, they were just seven visitors roaming through foreign lands.

Even if they had the strongest elite force that outnumbered the forces of the Southern Moon tribe, that force was stationed back in their tribe territory. Right now, they had to dance according to the Southern Moon's tribe music.

However, it didn't seem, like Galathor was genuinely bothered by that. The only one getting impatient was his son.

After walking for twenty minutes or a bit more, while following Randella and while also being escorted by dozens of warriors, the group arrived at a large hut-like structure. It looked a bit more primitive, when compared with the other structures built around it, but its size and its aura was naturally anything, but common.

That building was one of the oldest buildings of the Southern Moon tribe and it was usually used to conduct special meetings.

Randella was not a woman that bothered to stand on ceremonies, so she swiftly entered without even signaling for the guests to follow after her. But Galathor was already getting familiar with the way she acted and followed suit.

After Randella and the eight guests disappeared inside, no one else entered in that building. Not even a single soul dared to step in, since they knew what kind of people were waiting there.

Right as they entered, the group of men saw Randella saluting three relatively old women, before taking a seat beside them. It seemed they possessed the same status, even though Randella was the official chieftain of the Southern Moon Tribe.

Rothur looked at those three old ladies and his body felt like a gust of icy winds was brushing past his skin. He was feeling pressured by them, even though none of them had released their Animus yet. It was a just natural pressure the strong would exude.

His expression suddenly paled, as he realized that only Randella and his father had ever cause him to feel a similar sensation. While he was still lost amidst his own thoughts, his father went forwards and saluted those three elders with respect.

"Greetings, matriarchs. I'm honored to bask in your honorable presence."

"Hehe, I still remember when you were just a little kid, but now you're already a leader, huh? Come, sit down." The oldest one replied.

Her phrase seemed simple, but it was in reality, diminishing his prestige and telling him she had the seniority.

"Today we're here just to witness the conversation between you and little Randella. Just ignore our presence and state your business with her." The second elder said, while the third one chose to stay silent.

Galathor realized the Southern Moon tribe was trying to be oppressive, showing them a bit of their strength, but for him, it didn't matter. In the future, such display of strength, would be just a mere joke for him.