The Badlands were finally quiet.
Well, mostly quiet. The silence was occasionally broken by the crackle of the iron pot's dying fire and the synchronized, pathetic sniffling of four men.
Xin Yi sat cross-legged on the only flat, comfortable rock in the clearing, completely embodying the aura of a tyrannical queen.
To her left stood Gou Sheng, holding a massive, slightly withered palm leaf he had scavenged from somewhere. He was aggressively fanning her, though he was mostly just blowing hot dust directly into her face. To her right sat Er Gou and Da Sha, aggressively baring their yellowed fangs and growling whenever anyone so much as looked at their tiny pink Boss.
And directly in front of her, sitting in a perfectly straight line in the dirt, were the Alphas.
Hei Yan, Sha Chen, Qing Lin, and Jin Xuan were all sporting matching, incredibly massive, glowing red lumps right on the top of their heads.
