Southern Moon Tribe

Inside the Southern Moon Tribe, people were doing their normal daily shores, living their lives independently or working together with the others, in order to reach better results in their jobs or hobbies.

There was a plentiful of women working on the outside, creating a bustling environment, with many acute voices echoing from everywhere. Occasionally, one could see the figure of a man, reservedly walking in the midst of that ocean of beautiful flowers.

Here, men and women did every single kind of job, be it working as a frontline warrior that wasn't afraid of bloody battles, or doing the work of an indoor, taking care of the house and the family.

However, it could be observed by the entrance gates and defensive walls, that the number of men taking part on the matters that involved battling, was way lesser than the number of women. Naturally, it was not only due to the overwhelming difference in their numbers, but to the secret protective measures adopted by their matriarchal society. They could not afford to lose their males after all, or they would see a fast decline in their pure bloodline.

Atop the defensive walls, made with a mixture of wood and stones, many female soldiers were taking turns to patrol the surroundings with care.

They were wearing a common leather outfit, specially designed to increase their prowess in battle and most of them were actually carrying lances. It seemed like the tribe had better understandings on the path of lance masters, as they passed down that refined knowledge to the next generation, creating a special agile type of warrior, that was feared by the other tribes.

Werewolves were not always fighting in their beast form, since it would require them to spend their Animus, just so they could maintain it up. For that reason, they had to also train in a few other areas and decide wisely, when to use their Animus in a battle, since it was a finite resource.

Inside those defensive walls, many similar buildings were scattered all over the terrain, covering an area that was impossible to be completely seen. Those buildings were made of the same material that composed the village walls, but they were not crude, like those walls were.

Every single one of those houses, seemed to have gotten the careful touch of their owners, getting decorated by many different types of plants, flowers and colors. Each one of them had their own essence imprinted on the walls, doors and windows.

In one of those houses, where the walls were painted in yellow and a dozen of lush green plants were growing through them, creating a lively contrast, there were five people inside. Three out of those five people, were grown women, while the other two, were just tiny newborns, that hadn't even experienced or seen how the world is yet.

Lya was holding one of those children in her arms, a little girl name Atria. She was Andrea's newborn daughter, that had barely come to the world for a week. She was currently resting in her arms in a peaceful manner, enjoying the care she was receiving.

Lya looked at her as if she was admiring a piece of art and at the same time, she applied the motherly techniques Andrea had just taught her, making the child feel at ease in her arms.

Dacia observed her friend and saw that she was really striving to learn everything she could and couldn't help but feel it was surreal.

Impressively, as time passed, Lya was finding parenting to be more and more to her liking and if it weren't for the things that had happened in her distant past, she would really be up to the arduous, but fulfilling task of becoming a biological mother.

At least, while she silently mused over the things that were happening, Lya realized that the goddess had blessed her with an adoptive child, which she would make sure to take proper care of. While thinking about that, she glanced over to the kid in question and then, she turned to look at the woman that was holding him near to her chest.

Andrea was a beautiful mature woman and if it weren't for the fact that she was already married and became a mother, Lya knew that there would be a few candidates trying to woo her. She had a matured aura around of her; one that had recently been nurtured, due to her giving birth to her baby, Atria.

Still, her curly black hair, her white skin and her ample bosoms were able to charm anyone, including her own daughter, who aways felt it was incredible to be fed by her mother.

However, Andrea's expression was currently showing incredibility and worry, since things were not going according to the common knowledge at that moment. She had unreservedly exposed her breasts in front of everyone present there, since they were all women and kids and pulled the boy closer, positioning his lips at the right place.

However, even though almost ten minutes had already passed, she had yet to experience the weak feeling of suction, that was ever present when her own daughter was put to that same position.

The boy was not feeding on her milk and even after she had switched him from left to right, he remained refusing to drink anything.

Andrea was starting to get worried if there was something different from usual happening, but when she decided to take a closer look to the little boy, she suddenly realized that he was peacefully looking at her.

Startled, she could only blurt out a few words that were on her mind.

"Lya, I don't think the boy is hungry... He is not sucking anything..."

"How's that possible? We delayed bringing him here in order to avoid unnecessary trouble and it must have been at least fourteen hours since we've found him in the forest. Are you sure he is not really..." Dacia reacted as if something wasn't right and anxiety started to take over her body.

Impressively, she was already feeling kindred ties with him and hoping, from the bottom of her heart, that it was really nothing.