The Four Kings of PRIDE

Chapter 286 Not So Simple!

South: Fox Territory: Village

Damian Charmons:

On the move now since we have cloaks to conceal ourselves as we meander through the foxy village.

Walking in a tight four-man group, even with the hood concealing most of his face, Muha states in a low gruff, instead of exploring right now. Let's ask one of these fucking dogs, where their pack leader resides.

Unfortunately next to my crazed sibling, as I am stationed on his left, shooting him a glance, I say with a light plight, we will Muha. Sometimes patience is fruitful when you want something, the only reason we haven't stopped to ask around is because we want to speak with the right person on what we want to know.

Responding back, Muha states, and how will we know who to speak with huh?

Interrupting our little chat as he is leading us through the village, keeping his head straight ahead, Deda says as he stops his gait, your question is about to be answered Muha. I've spotted someone that looks to be of some importance of what we want.

Making a small gesture of not making a scene as he inconspicuously points at a frail looking fox humanoid person in a dusty pair of baggy pants and a slightly dingy shirt with stains marked on it, looking like he might have Alzheimer's.

Turning up his face in a you can't be serious expression, Muha says, no fucking way that grungy looking coot is a person of important info for us. I refuse to believe that!

Quiet as I gaze at the man that Deda has pointed to, thinking to myself as I have my reservations on the old fox man's appearance as well, but I state internally, mom always taught us just because someone looks a certain way, doesn't mean you should disregard who they are and what they might know.

Moving forward after telling myself a wise saying mother conveyed to me, I take the lead in walking over to the older gentleman.

End of Chapter 286