Paland had just closed his eyes to rest; Rowan also put his work on hold, tossing the charcoal pencil aside, no longer working but closing his eyes to rest his spirit, sitting to the side listening, enjoying a bit of rare peace.
Owen's heart ached; he gently walked over and reached out to massage his mate's neck and shoulders to relax them, applying just the right amount of force. He had seen and memorized all of Rowan's recent hard work and exhaustion.
The other people from the Snow Leopard tribe and the Nomadic Wolf tribe who came to work secretly raised their eyes to look at that solitary Silver-Winged Snake. No matter how many times they had looked, how many times they had witnessed his power, they still felt a sense of rarity and wariness. And that Omegina with incredibly strong abilities was also considered rare; his work processing capacity and logical thinking were even higher than all of their male beastmen combined.
