"Walk slower, be careful with the baby in your belly."
Zeke Veridian caught up to Luna Sutton in just a few steps, his hand steady on her lower back, terrified she'd fall.
The two of them rounded the mountain wall and soon arrived at the West District where the beastmen lived.
The living conditions in the West District were chaotic—some lived in caves, others crowded together under grass huts.
Calling it a hut was generous; really, it was just a few trunks lashed together for a frame, topped with a thick layer of old straw, leaning every which way.
These huts were terribly drafty and cold, wind leaking in from all sides. A single heavy snowfall could be enough to collapse one.
The air was thick with a fishy, foul stench.
The surroundings were a mess—almost everyone just did their business on the ground.
You never knew when you might step in a pile of crap.
Luna Sutton tiptoed forward, carefully weaving through the "landmines" scattered across the ground.
