By the time they returned, the stars were high and the moon bathed the village in soft light. But instead of quiet, they were met with distant music—drums, flutes, laughter, and singing.
Morrika slowed down, frowning. "What the hell…?"
Arthur raised a brow. "Sounds like a festival."
"Did someone run ahead and inform them?" Morrika asked, looking back at her warriors.
One of them quickly shook his head. "No, Chief. We've all stayed together. None of us left the group."
Morrika muttered, "Then what are they celebrating? Don't tell me something else happened while we were gone."
Arthur shrugged. "Only one way to find out."
As they reached the wooden gates of the tribe, one guard stepped forward and saluted them with wide eyes. The other turned and sprinted inside, shouting like his life depended on it.
"They're back! Chief Morrika and the others are back!"
