"Ivican, you can go down now! Scouting all the way must have been tiring, go to the warehouse and receive two bags of pumpkins."
"Yes, Chieftain. Oh, thank you for your bounty!"
Ivican grinned from ear to ear. He looked up at the solemn hall where three tribal leaders sat cross-legged, then bowed with a clenched fist, respectfully saluting the Red Fox Chieftain. The Red Fox Chieftain waved his hand, and the red-haired scout obediently turned and left.
This year, the Red Fox Chieftain Otuwa was in his early forties and was no longer considered young among the short-lived Canine Descendants. Time had taken the strength from his muscles and etched lines onto his face. He wore a wolf fur robe, with high cheekbones and slightly tilted eyes that were sharply piercing. At first glance, he looked like a fox in wolf's skin.
