"Kapu, are you sure you want to lead so many of your people to fight for the vampires?"
Kapu, who had just entered the room, paused upon hearing this. His sharp eyes beneath the lion's head furrowed slightly.
He looked at the complex light in the eyes of the Fox Clan Shaman standing before him and nodded slightly.
"Shaman, I fight for His Majesty, but at the same time, I fight for the Lion Tribe."
The Beastman Shaman, clad in a gray robe stitched from beast skins, fell silent.
The weathered face, lined with wrinkles, showed complexity and depth as his eyes fixed intently on Kapu.
"Beastmen used to fight only for themselves."
Kapu shook his head, "That's why every winter we faced food shortages, and we had people in the Frost Month who would never wake up again."
After saying this, he took two steps forward, staring intensely at the Fox Clan Shaman before him, unwavering.
"Morton, the times have changed."
Those words froze Sam in his tracks.