By the time the Ram tribe came to their sense, the people had long disappeared. While they were on their way back to the pack, the lady, whom the Ram tribe leader and priest were waiting for, had arrived.
They bowed to her respectfully when she entered the tribe leader's tent.
"Where?" The voice was so melodious that it made the tribe leader feel as though spring had bloomed.
"We lost her, my lady." The priest was the first to speak up. He fell to his knees.
The woman didn't argue. She simply left the tent. She could kill them with a flick of her wrist, but she didn't. The howl had been performed. She thought it was only a matter of time before they would meet again.
There was one thing she was sure of: they would meet at the inter-tribe festival. A smile blossomed on her face. Her silk dress swayed in the wind. The sheer material clung to her curves. Though it was winter, this woman wasn't cold.
