Wilderness Plains.
There are endless grasses here, dotted with a few short-necked trees.
On a slightly sloping grassland near the river, a large number of beast hide tents are scattered, looking like a large patch of mushrooms growing on the meadow.
This day, the morning in the wilderness carried a bit of biting coldness, and the dew on the grass leaves was sharp and chilly.
Centaur Tribe members moved around, starting fires, cooking, and practicing. With upper bodies similar to humans, most wore worn leather armor, while their horse-like lower bodies were clad in skirts and coverings made from beast hides. Female centaurs only wore ordinary clothes made from beast hide fabrics — not ugly, but far from beautiful.
Gurgling~ The aroma of stewing large chunks of mutton mixed with wild vegetables wafted through the tribe's skies.
In front of a medium-large tent made of golden beast hide, two female centaurs with somewhat similar appearances were cooking.
