After finishing the hearty breakfast prepared by Owen, Rowan pulled Owen along to the center of the tribe.
Rowan and Owen stood still at the border area between the Vampire Bat tribe and the Nomadic Wolf tribe. Everyone passing by looked at them with a strange expression.
At this time, everyone had just finished breakfast, so quite a lot of people were out and about. The Omeginas of the Nomadic Wolf tribe, who were usually idle in their tents, also came out out of curiosity to watch.
They were still very interested in learning about that Silver-winged Snake. The gazes of the beastmen, whether intentionally or unintentionally, were all focused on Owen. As for Rowan, who was considered an Omegina, the beastmen followed the rules and did not dare to look at him recklessly.
A Silver-winged Snake daring to stay in the tribe was a novel sight no matter how one looked at it; it truly was something one only saw if they lived long enough.
