Joseph sat on Thomas's back, gazing out into the distance at the familiar Red Grass tribe and the surrounding fields.
His mood was completely different from the sorrow and uncertainty of last year's journey, not knowing where the future would lead.
Thomas showed his annoyance as Joseph kept fidgeting on his back, shaking himself in displeasure, throwing Joseph off balance to fall sitting into his long fur.
Arriving at the familiar place, Joseph's melancholy mood dissipated. He stood up, looked at the small black dots appearing in the distance, and patted Thomas's fur beneath him.
"What tribe is that coming from over there? They look like beastmen too!"
Afraid the wind would prevent everyone from hearing him, Joseph shouted loudly.
With Thomas's and Max's eyesight, they had actually seen them long ago. Hearing Joseph's voice, Eric also straightened up, looking in the direction he was pointing.
"It's that despicable Black Wolf tribe. No need to pay attention to them."
