The tribal square was filled with the sound of heartbreak.
Beastman and female who had stood brave against the rainy season were now weeping openly.
Some fell to their knees, their voices cracking as they cried out to the sky.
They looked at their beautiful wooden houses, the sturdy fences they had built, and the smoke rising from their cooking fires. This was their home.
Many of the females were now expecting new life, their bellies just beginning to round. They clutched their stomachs with trembling hands, terrified that their unborn children would never see the light of day or breathe the fresh air of the forest.
"How can the Red Fox lineage end like this?" one hunter shouted, his voice full of agony.
"We have meat! We have salt! We have finally learned how to live well! Beast God, why are you taking it all away?"
Voices began to rise in a chaotic wave, pleading with the Priest. "High Priest, you must have a way! Save us! We cannot die like this!"
