Winged Bull Clan

Once news of Syet got out into the panther lilly tribe, it stirred a lot of discontent to the point of the elders asking them politely to leave.

So the small family packed up and set out earlier than they had planned. They might as well keep a move on and see if they could still attempt to pacify some of the winged tribes in hopes of gaining land down in the east.

"I think its best if I stay back until you've gained a new mate from the winged bull clan. I do not desire to keep people on edge."

Syet muttered lowly, her golden brown stradd of hair feaking her face lightly and her yellow eyes lowering in contempt. She walked on foot beside the large animal forms of Kuro, Faruk and Ajda. Seeing as her creature form was virtually useless in travelling across land.

So the the group kept travelling for another two weeks before arriving at the outskirts of the first village, the winged bull clan. It was a small close-knit community with less than forty villagers total.

Kuro escorted his mate to the village head whilst the rest of mates stayed back on the outskirts of the land, tending to the panthers cubs in their stead. Both boys were growing mire active throughout the days, chewing and scratching anything they could get their little claws on.

"We have a fine line up of males to choose from. My son included."

The clan leader spoke, welcoming them into his lands.

Kuro eyed the line up of single striped males, his eyes filtering over to the tallest, bull horned stud of the lot with three stripes going down his back.

"What about him?"

Kuro whispered to his mate softly. He himself had become a three striped male just recently, thanks to the arduous journey of travelling and defending his mate till they arrived here.