The Silver Snake tribe was fully located in a narrow valley, where steep cliffs covered with green moss surrounded it like natural city walls. The air here was damp and cool, completely different from the dry, spacious environment of the Golden Lion tribe.
Kaelen stood in front of the stone cave allocated to his family, taking a deep breath. The smell of damp earth, moss, and a very faint fragrance from some wild flower crept in the air. He smiled slightly. If it were not for the many worries accumulating in his heart, perhaps he would have found this place very suitable for resting.
"Papa, this place is too damp, I do not like it." Finnick wrinkled his nose, tightly hugging the soundly sleeping Ryder in his arms. Chloe on the boy's shoulder was also dejected, her deep red tentacles drooping lifelessly. Trees originally favored moisture, but the dampness here made her feel as if she was about to grow mushrooms.
