Owen saw his mate take the initiative to chase the bird man away; he felt relieved in his heart, and the sense of crisis diminished.
Waiting for them to finish cleaning up, he flew back to the cave in a much more cheerful mood.
On the way, he saw a few tribes carrying bags large and small, rushing to return; the sounds of them calling out to each other echoed through the forest. It seemed the exchange fair was coming to an end.
Other tribes had almost all left; only the Nomadic Wolf Tribe, who had moved here recently, was in no hurry to leave because they had not yet found a new grazing ground.
But strangely, the Bloodsucking Bat Tribe showed no signs of departing; their tents were still standing there. usually, at every exchange fair, they were the tribe to leave the fastest, saying they were not used to places with such strong light and did not want to stay long.
