"Who goes there?" An old rabbit beastman, who had his head white all over, was startled, nearly dropping his porcelain bowl.
Luckily, he caught it on time. It was his treasured bowl, the one he always used to eat. If it fell, he would be heartbroken. The bowl was bigger than other beastmen's bowls, and it helped him to get a bigger share of the meal every time.
The rabbit elder stood alertly, his breathing subconsciously slowed down as he scanned his surroundings.
A few seconds later, he jolted, nearly dropping his precious porcelain bowl for the second time.
Someone was grabbing his shoulder.
He clutched his porcelain bowl that was now a rare item in the apocalypse, and then, he turned himself around, finding a silver wolf beastman with ugly scar staring at him expressionlessly.
"Y-you… you… who are you? Why are you breaking into my house?! This is the rabbit tribe territory!" The elder raised his tone angrily.
Xie Ziyuan tilted his head and curled his lips. "Wu Qiang."
