The village chief was baffled upon seeing my appearance.
"A familiar collar... An Ancient race... A White-Winged Lion... A guardian mark... A female?" he mumbled in shock.
His confidante asked for my collar while Jael was still mumbling.
I was shocked and nervous because my ovulation was near, and it would be a disaster for me and the village if all the males suddenly ran on a rampage.
"Would it be alright to let her keep the collar on?" my brother asked upon seeing me tremble in nervousness.
"Isn't that the collar you traded with us? Is she the ancient race female you were talking about before?" Jael asked curiously.
"Yes, she is. Please let her keep the collar. She is sensitive to the scent of stranger males, and the collar helps her normalize her senses," Lowell answered.
"Hmm... That's new. I didn't know it had an effect like that. I have a lot of questions. May I invite you all to my humble abode?" Jael mumbled.
"It will be our pleasure," Lowell responded.