A gentle breeze was blowing across the vast savanna. The grasslands, bathed in the morning sun, stretched endlessly into the distance, with a massive rocky mountain looming in the far background. Here and there, animals grazed, while beastfolk moved back and forth among them. In this place, various beastfolk tribes had built their own settlements and lived in harmony with nature. At the foot of the rocky mountain lay the Lion Tribe’s settlement. In the center of the village, made up of houses constructed from wood and cloth, stood an especially large ancient tree. Under the shade of that great tree, a man sat with his legs crossed. Shuja. He was the chieftain who led the Lion Tribe. Around Shuja, seated at the base of the ancient tree, gathered several members of the Lion Tribe. Each one was sharing with Shuja whatever had happened in the village or whatever was on their mind. Shuja did not interrupt any of them, quietly listening until the very end. Occasionally nodding, he listened carefully to each account, as if confirming every detail.

At his deep, calm voice, the surrounding Lion Tribe members nodded in agreement.