It was evening. The sun was setting, and as the rainy season had passed, the weather was gradually warming up, drying the damp earth. The ceremony for the new chieftain was set for the evening, so Ophelia and Taylor packed their things and prepared to set off for the Snow Wolf Tribe.
"Let’s go, Princess. If we leave it any later, the road will be difficult to traverse in the dark."
The two walked together to the entrance of the Golden Dragon Tribe. Just as they were about to depart, a small, fiery red figure came running toward them. Amy stopped before them, panting. "Mother, I miss Father. Can I go to the Snow Wolf Tribe with you?"
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