Simultaneous with the Stormhorn Tribe's migration, Malcolm and the survivors of the Bloodtusk Tribe were headed home.
Unlike the other Bloodtusk Tribe warriors who were mounted on horses, Malcolm was riding the Forest Raptor Leone had personally given him.
He tried to refuse it, but Leone had been persistent. In the end, he could only agree gratefully.
They said that ignorance was bliss, and this was the most suitable phrase for Leone's gift.
If Malcolm only knew that the raptor he gifted to him was actually a spy Leone had forced onto him, he might have risked his life to hack it to pieces with the help of his fellow warriors.
As he gazed at his tribesmen, who were following behind him, the veteran warrior could only sigh in his heart.
Malcolm could feel it.
He could feel the unspoken desperation and anxiety everyone tried to hide in their hearts.
