Plotting troubles

Note: The second half of this chapter is in third person POV. 

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I walked behind the boy and the wolves at the Waterwoods border eyed me with all the threat they could conjure. There was a large building that formed as a wall. We passed through it and when we came into the clearing; it was a totally different world. I had seen Waterwoods before when I was sitting on top of the crooked tree, but looking at it up front, it felt like I had travelled back in time. 

Men wore only the bottom shorts with their upper body bare, showing the taut muscles and proudly carrying the scars of the battle. Women wore a skirt-like garment and a top that covered only their bosom, with their toned muscles peeking out from the uncovered regions. 

While most of them carried on with their work, some people whom I passed by repelled me in a distasteful manner.