Chapter 9
On the morning of the fourth day, Wayne's persistence finally paid off—he intercepted Luce.
Wayne blocked the path, baring his fangs and letting out a low, vibrating growl, his eyes flashing with a reddish tint of aggression. Luce, however, didn't even acknowledge the lion's challenge. He simply pivoted and glided in a different direction, continuing his business with cold indifference.
"Awooo!" Wayne roared, launching into a chase.
But Luce was a higher-ranked beastman, and snakes were naturally built for swift, silent movement. He easily outmaneuvered Wayne, disappearing into the underbrush to find the specific plant he had been searching for. Wayne was left fuming, snorting hot, frustrated breaths before trudging back to the tribal gates to resume his vigil.
