"Haah…Haah…Go on…without this princess…"
A voice echoed from the darkness of a burrow as two young men staggered out of its mouth.
Pungent!
The damned corpses of the Gray Ateles Mortises had become so unbearably pungent that they struggled to breathe in the past half hour.
Thankfully, the Hissing didn't last too long this time, or it would be they who wouldn't have lasted.
Daru looked back, face contorted in a heavy grimace.
"Elara, stop being so dramatic," he reprimanded. "Come, we need to leave. With how smelly those corpses are becoming, it's only a matter of time before their tribemates find them. We'd be hunted down if we don't make enough distance."
They can't move as freely as they wanted to, after all, unlike the monkey tribe.
"Tch." Elara clicked her tongue and crawled out of the burrow, looking like her gut was barely holding on. "Is a gorgeous young lady not even allowed a bit of drama?"
