The Skywolf Tribe was located in the northern part of the Nether Mountain Range, spread across a long stretch of the Wastelands.
There were no city walls here. No palace, either. There were only tents and houses made from animal hide, scattered across the plain like a field of white mushrooms.
The beast race had never cared for luxury. Their buildings were simple and practical. But simple didn't mean weak. The Skywolf Tribe had stood in the Fifteenth Firmament for tens of thousands of years, and what held them up had never been city walls. It was strength.
Jared and Gwendolyn came down in front of the Skywolf Tribe's camp.
Several beast-race warriors came forward to meet them, gripping bone axes and long spears as they watched the two of them with open caution.
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