Northern Tribes

The base of the half cougar tribe was a small hut in the middle of other, odd material based dwellings. It was an assortment odder than the village behind Kaizen. Some made of wood, other made of hardened rock, some even made of a combination. Then there were hatches, bricks, even something like cement or lave rock. And everywhere he turned were beasts, half cougars and half other animals. Only a few of them were in their human form, and the leader was one of them.

Once inside the thatched hut, she offered them tea. His father sniffed it distinctly, didn’t let RuIng drink it, emptied his cup and passed it on.

“An Augustus? But the scent is stronger than most. An immortal can’t remain tied to his duties. What rank does the king of Kaizen hold?” she asked.

“Your wise assessment is correct.” His father said simply.

She smiled, “we are in a conundrum now, your esteemed highness.”