Born to Slay the Apocalypse
Rowan's territory was indeed remote and desolate, but it was nothing like I'd imagined. Word had spread that Rowan and I were coming, because many beastmen crowded the roadside holding gifts they wanted to present to us.
They all looked well-fed and healthy, their eyes bright. Even the little ones and elderly were plump and rosy-cheeked.
Since the apocalypse began, all the clans had struggled to survive. Food was barely enough to get by, and many older beastmen had starved to death. Those who survived were skin and bones. However, everything was completely different here.