Every winter, these tribe members would go on a hunger strike, as in the eyes of others and in fact themselves as well, they were nothing but trash, and they had no desire to snatch the little food from the mouths of the young cubs; after all, they were the future of this tribe. Ruan Chanchan looked at the many scar-faced women in front of her and sighed. She felt sorry for them and couldn't help but feel that the tribe was way too harsh on them. They were the heroes of the tribe who got injured and went down protecting the tribe; they were never supposed to be treated so harshly. If anything, they deserved all the respect.
Especially more than the elders who only knew how to intervene and interfere in this and that and had no idea what they were even doing. All they knew was to get involved in petty matters that didn't even need their involvement.
