From the depths of the forest, two other thawns appeared, one wielding a decent-sized spear, made of wood and another with an ice bow. "Leader Meiz, the kill was remarkable," The one with the ice bow said.
The female thawn at the tree top smiled at the remark, "Imreila, search the toothed tiger for any ores it might have, though it's little and still developing its form, it is still of value for the many thawns who are severely lacking in prowess."
Imreila smiled at the response, "As expected of the one who wields one of the six powers of the weather," She thought while running towards the dead creature and cutting its chest open with one of her arrows.
Meiz looked at the male thawn that was still standing by the tree side and nodded her head at him. He immediately understood that had to join Imreila in disassembling the Toothed Tiger.