The other beastmen, who had initially been drawn by the fragrant smell of the food, were now interrupted by the appearance of the Black Wolf Tribe.
Seeing this, they no longer lingered. Although they deeply regretted missing out on the food, they dispersed and returned to their own rooms.
Eric saw the beastman who had helped them earlier also preparing to leave, so he grabbed a few baked cakes and chased after him.
"If you don't mind, please try the cakes I made. I am Eric of the Snow Wolf Tribe. Thank you for helping us drive away the Black Wolf Tribe."
That beastman was about to return with his companions. When the cub held him back, he bowed his head in confusion. After hearing his words, he was both surprised and happy, extending his large hand to accept the cakes.
Up close, the smell of this strange food was even more captivating.
A simple-minded smile appeared on his honest face:
