Lana

After the incident with Lana everyone laughed at Alex, it wasn't them mocking him he could roughly grasp that much from them, Alex looked around and asked lana.

"Where is the other males of this tribe?" He was curious about that, he didn't saw a single male in the entire village.

Lana laughed and said, "we are the new moon tribe, we created this tribe less than a month ago, we don't have males with us, only bov tribe have males."

He looked around once more and saw that the tribe members are women at their 20's, and there weren't any women who were older than 30 in that tribe either.

Ayra joined and said, "when we become 18, tribe chief send us out to form and learn about world, we only have weapons with us, they don't give us males, we need to find out own males to make offsprings and bring back to the tribe were our mothers are."

Alex took a moment to process what Ayra was saying, piecing together this foreign social structure. The idea that these women were sent off to start their own tribes, armed only with weapons and their wits, struck him as both bold and daunting.

"So… you just left your home, started fresh, and now you're building everything on your own?" he asked, trying to grasp the weight of it. His eyes scanned their camp—modest tents, handmade tools, a few small fire pits. Despite the simplicity, everything seemed purposeful, and there was a sense of determination in each woman's gaze.

Lana nodded, pride flickering in her eyes. "Yes. It is our way. We learn, we build, we grow. We become strong tribe, like our mothers."

Ayra crossed her arms and smirked. "And we find our own males. Males who are strong, clever, and brave." She looked Alex up and down with a mischievous glint. "Maybe we keep you, Alex. You are… interesting."

He let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "Lucky me, huh?" The humor helped mask his anxiety, but deep down, he was beginning to understand the weight of their traditions. "But… does that mean I'm… the only one here? The only male?"

"For now," Ayra replied, grinning. "we trade with others for males and mating. But not all males are like you. Some run away, or they cannot keep up. They ran away from us when they see us, you different from others, we like you"

Alex felt a mixture of pride and trepidation hearing Ayra's words. The weight of being the only man in a tribe like this was both intimidating and exhilarating. He took a deep breath, glancing around at the women who had been strangers only a short while ago but now felt… different.

"Guess I don't have much of a choice then, huh?" he said, forcing a smile as he tried to process it all. "I'll do my best not to… run away."

Lana gave a soft laugh, her eyes warm. "Good. Tribe needs strength from everyone, even you, Alex. We work together, learn together, survive together."

Her words gave him a sense of belonging he hadn't felt in a long time. Despite how unusual everything felt, there was something undeniably welcoming about the way these women supported each other—and now him.

Ayra nodded approvingly. "If you stay, we teach you our ways. And you teach us your ways. Together, we become strong."

Alex took a deep breath, feeling the courage to let go of his insecurities and the unfamiliar expectations. "Alright, let's do it. Show me what it means to be part of this tribe."

Lana and Ayra exchanged a smile, one of acceptance and shared determination. Alex couldn't help but feel a newfound excitement mixed with trepidation for what lay ahead.

Suddenly his stomach started to grumble and others noticed it, Ayra chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Looks like the big, strong male is hungry," she teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Lana nodded, smiling warmly. "We take care of you, Alex. You have much to learn, and food is strength."

They led him to a fire pit where a few women were preparing a meal, using ingredients he barely recognized. Root vegetables, herbs, and unfamiliar cuts of meat sizzled over the flames, filling the air with a rich, earthy aroma. The simplicity of their cooking setup surprised him, yet there was a certain charm to it—a sense of survival and ingenuity.

One of the women handed him a leaf plate with a warm smile, her eyes full of curiosity. "Eat, Alex. You need strength if you stay with us."

He accepted the leaf plate, feeling their attention on him as he took his first bite. The flavors were unique, not like anything he'd ever tasted, but the warmth spread through him, filling him with an odd comfort. It was rustic and satisfying in a way that reminded him of a life stripped down to the essentials.

Ayra and Lana sat down beside him, each with their leaf plate, and for a moment, they ate in a comfortable silence. Alex couldn't help but feel a sense of connection here, as if he were part of something he hadn't fully understood before. Despite the cultural divide, there was a sense of unity among them—a bond forged by necessity, resilience, and trust.

"Thank you," he said softly, glancing at each of them. "For… everything. It's strange, but it's starting to feel… like home."

Ayra smiled, reaching over to clasp his shoulder. "Then you belong, Alex. And as long as you stay, we protect you, teach you, help you grow strong."

Lana nodded, her gaze steady and reassuring. "Together, we build a new tribe. A family."

As the meal wound down, Alex relaxed into the comfortable hum of conversations around him. The women were lively, joking and sharing stories about their day's work. He could tell how much they relied on each other and that they valued every member's contribution, no matter how small. Here, everyone mattered.