Reborn As A Beastman With A System

Chapter 2: News From Tribe!

Under the dim moonlight that veiled Logan in an ethereal glow, the night air was thick with tension as an onslaught of wolves descended upon the Beastman warriors. These creatures, formidable second-level adversaries, threw themselves into the fray with feral abandon.

Despite their fierce nature, they were, at their core, mere beasts - their tactics paling in comparison to the strategic prowess of the beastman warriors. It wasn't long before the wolves found themselves overwhelmed, their anguished howls piercing the night as they were subdued but not slain.

The Beastman, moving with a silent agreement among them, opted for mercy over massacre, for they foresaw the potential in these creatures. Taming them would be a challenge, yet the prospect of establishing a formidable wolf cavalry ignited a spark of ambition in their hearts.

The battlefield quieted down momentarily until a concerned voice broke the silence. "By the moon's grace, watch what havoc has befallen you, a noble beast?" Logan, his voice laced with worry, knelt beside the alpha Wolf. The alpha, caught in a trap, was a pitiful sight with its belly a canvas of crimson, marred by the brutal marks of combat.

Despite its relentless struggle, the signs of exhaustion and weakening were evident.

With urgency, Logan called out, "Cadia!"

Responding with swiftness, the werewolf warrior named Cadia approached, her eyes reflecting the moon's glow. "At your service!"

"Hand me your hemostatic concoction!" Logan commanded, his focus unwavering from the injured alpha.

"Immediately!" Cadia, complying, quickly retrieved the hemostatic from her armor, placing it into Logan's outstretched hand.

Additionally, Logan issued a cautionary order, "Secure the perimeter. Though we are now on the forest's edge, where only some lesser monsters roam, we must not discount the possibility of greater threats. Vigilance is a must tonight." His words carried the weight of leadership, understood and respected by all.

Cadia nodded, acknowledging the strategic importance of the task, and departed to execute the orders. Logan watched her briefly, admiration in his gaze. Cadia was not only a skilled fourth-level warrior but also possessed a tactical mind that made her indispensable. She was the linchpin of Logan's personal guard, a warrior whose presence reassured him.

Turning his attention back to the task at hand, Logan lamented the scarcity of advanced pharmacists within their tribe. The powdered medicine he held, while beneficial, paled in comparison to the potential efficacy of a potion concocted by a more skilled hand.

"Cease your struggles; I only want to help you," Logan admonished the alpha, attempting to calm the beast. The wolf, momentarily locking eyes with Logan, seemed to recognize the intent behind the words, yet its survival instincts prevailed as it continued to gnaw at the trap.

Logan's patience waned, "Resistance will only bring you more anguish." His tone grew icy, a warning of the consequences of defiance.

The intelligence within the alpha's gaze was unmistakable, a testament to its rank amongst its kin. Yet, faced with the unwavering authority of Logan, a fourth-level warrior of considerable might, it had no choice but to submit as Logan firmly immobilized it.

In that moment, the hierarchy of power was clear - Logan, with his superior strength and level, effortlessly subdued the alpha wolf, a creature of the wild that, despite its ferocity, was no match for the warrior's prowess.

Even with its head immobilized under Logan's firm grasp, the alpha wolf's body writhed in futile resistance. "Cease your thrashing, or I swear, I'll end your misery here and now!" Logan's voice thundered, his boot pressing down with increased force. A spark of raw fear flickered in the wolf's eyes, replacing its earlier frenzied defiance.

With a dismissive snort, Logan applied the hemostatic powder to the gaping wounds that marred the alpha's abdomen. In their world, the potency of medicine was undeniable, capable of arresting the flow of blood and sealing wounds with almost miraculous speed. The alpha, feeling the cessation of pain and the staunching of its wounds, ceased its struggles, eyeing its belly in disbelief.

"It seems you've underestimated the dangers of this forest," Logan observed, his tone softening as he addressed the beast. "Your strength alone is insufficient here. Venture deeper, and you'd be easy prey for the monsters that lurk within."

He offered a proposition then, one that carried the weight of salvation. "Align with me, and I assure you, your pack will want for nothing. Protection, sustenance—we can offer it all. Or, remain obstinate, and know that half your kin are already under our control."

His gaze swept across the clearing, where the subdued wolves watched, their injuries evident. "Consider the choice before you: a life fraught with peril or one of security and growth."

Logan's appeal was not merely a tactic; it was a genuine offer, hoping for the alpha to accept leadership and alliance willingly.

Then, unexpectedly, the alpha wolf communicated in its own way, its low howls and the deliberate circling of its paw on the ground a clear gesture towards a pact.

"Ah, you understand the concept of a contract?" Logan expressed his astonishment. It was rare for a creature of the alpha's caliber to exhibit such comprehension.

However, despite recognizing the alpha's unique intelligence, Logan hesitated. The bond of a contract was profound, linking lives in a way that transcended mere alliance. "Your valor is clear, yet to? sign a pact requires parity of strength. Yours, I'm afraid, is still a little lacking."

The refusal was a blow, disappointment clouding the alpha's fierce eyes. The standoff that ensued was tense, with Logan growing increasingly impatient with the alpha's deliberation. Yet, in this moment of impasse, the potential for a new understanding lingered.

The alpha wolf issued a low, rumbling growl towards Logan, a sound that cut through the tense air with a palpable sense of decision.

"Do we have an accord then?" Logan inquired, seeking confirmation of the pact they were about to forge.

In response, the alpha let out a prolonged, plaintive whine, its tones weaving acceptance into the cool night air. "You've made a wise decision," Logan assured, a note of respect threading his words.

...

Roughly thirty minutes had passed when Logan, at the helm of a formidable procession, navigated the expanse of the wasteland. A company of over fifty wolf beastman warriors and an impressive assembly of more than 120 wargs marched southward, towards the lands of the Silvermane Tribe.

As they traversed the desolate landscape, two figures astride mighty wargs broke the horizon, their approach swift and determined. The sight of these wolf cavalry, each warrior poised with the might of the tribe on their backs, stirred a wave of vigilance among Logan's ranks.

"It's one of our own," Logan declared, recognizing the familiar insignias that adorned the approaching cavalry's armor. His words were a relief to the heightened senses of his assembly, calming the storm of readiness that had begun to brew.

Upon reaching a mere stone's throw away, the two wolf cavalry dismounted with a grace born of countless battles, kneeling before Logan in a gesture of fealty. "Young Chief," one began, his voice laced with urgency, "the Elder Chief summons you back to the tribe without delay!"

"Elder Chief?" Logan's brow furrowed in confusion, his thoughts immediately turning to his grandfather, the tribe's venerable former leader. It was unusual for the man, who had taken to a life of seclusion, to issue such an urgent recall.

"What has befallen the tribe?" Logan pressed, sensing the gravity of the situation.

The warriors exchanged a heavy glance, the weight of their message palpable in the brief silence that followed. "It's the Chief," one finally confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, "He fell in battle."

"What?" The word escaped Logan in a disbelieving gasp. "My father? Fallen in battle?" The news struck him like a physical blow, disbelief and grief warring within him. How could his father, a warrior of unparalleled prowess, meet such a fate?

The shock of the revelation left Logan reeling, but duty and the need for swift action quickly took precedence. "Summon one of your kin," he commanded the alpha wolf, his tone brooking no argument.

Understanding the gravity of the moment, the alpha wolf obliged, calling forth a male warg with a low growl. To this new ally, Logan issued his orders: "Cadia, ensure they return to the tribe with all haste."

"Yes, Chief," came the unwavering response, a promise of swift action in the face of unforeseen tragedy.

With a deep sense of duty etched into her expression, Cadia nodded solemnly, acknowledging Logan's command. She watched as Logan mounted one of the formidable Wolf, a determined spark igniting in his gaze. The reality of their situation was stark and undeniable: their chief had fallen in battle.

This tragic turn of events inevitably pointed to a new beginning under the leadership of Logan. The mantle of chiefship, borne through bloodlines and valor, now awaited its next bearer. As the thought settled in, Cadia couldn't help but marvel at the resilience and the unwavering resolve that Logan exhibited in such dire times.

With urgency propelling his actions, Logan spurred his mount forward, leading the pair of wolf cavalry with a newfound determination. Together, they hastened towards the tribe, their pace swift as the wind, each stride carrying them closer to the heart of Silvermane territory and the uncertain future that awaited them there.