15 Ayra and Kara

As they walked, Ayra recounted the events. Her voice grew stronger as she delved into her story. "When the wolves attacked, I tried to get my children and escape. But he... that man," her voice trembled with anger, "he tried to use them as bait to save his own skin. I couldn't believe it. In that moment, any feeling I had for him as their blood vanished."

Garnt listened, his brows furrowing with disbelief and a growing understanding of the complexities involved. He realized that these primitive societies did not always choose partners based on love but often for the purpose of procreation. They just have kids and provide for each other, but most of the time they won't even talk with each other.

Garnt was familiar with this kind of situation because his father acted similarly. Even though his father didn't place him in danger, if they ever faced a similar situation, Garnt believed his father would also use Garnt and Gundo, to protect himself.

"But how did you manage to get him out of the cave?" Garnt inquired, his curiosity piqued. Ayra's lips curled into a determined smile, her anger providing the strength she needed to recount the defiant stand she had taken.

"He thought he could push me around, but I wasn't going to let him endanger my children. When he tried to shove me aside, I fought back. With all my strength, I managed to push him out," Ayra replied, her voice carrying a mixture of satisfaction and fierceness.

As the conversation unfolded, Garnt's gaze occasionally shifted to Ayra's robust physique. It wasn't hard to connect the dots. When he later cast a glance at her, he realized the truth of it all – her body, muscular and formidable, was a testament to her strength and determination. It was no wonder she had managed to seal the cave entrance with a massive stone, safeguarding herself and her children from further danger.

It was like day and night when Garnt compared his own mother to his aunt, as both of them were completely different even though they had the same blood. Gundo was feminine and had a figure that oozed out motherly energy, with her soft huge bosom and spongy ass. But her sister was completely different. Her skin was a little dark in colour, and her hair was completely red.

Just like Garnt mentioned earlier, she had a muscular body, but that didn't reduce her erotic look as her toned physique seemed to compliment every curve of her body. Her boobs were not as big as Gundo, but they were fairly big for a woman.

[Well it makes sense humans in this age can move stones with their bodies since they need strength to survive, but looks like your aunt is a really good addition. She can be a great force with her strength.]

Eva was happy with this development as it greatly increased the strength of their group.

"I'm sorry for asking something unpleasant," Gundo looked sad as she realized, it must have been hard for her sister but that wasn't the case for her.

*Sigh

"You haven't changed sister, Well, that's to be expected from you, after all, you're still a softie. But I should say thank you for coming to help me. If not for you, me and my kids would have died here," Gundo's sister said in a grateful tone, but Gundo just looked at Garnt and pointed at him. "It's not me, he is the one who did most of the things to help you, to be honest, it was his idea to come here,"

Gundo's sister took a step closer to Garnt, extending her hands and hugging him. "I'm Ayra, nice to meet you, Garnt. And I genuinely appreciate everything you've done for us. I'm sorry for putting your life in danger too."

Garnt smiled warmly and returned the hug, his eyes showing a mix of sincerity and understanding. "Don't worry about it, Ayra. We're family now, and family looks out for each other. We knew the risks when we decided to take this path. The important thing is that you and your kids are safe now."

Ayra's eyes welled up with gratitude, and she nodded, while taking a good look at her nephew and no matter how she tried, she couldn't see him as a kid as his behaviour was completely different from what a kid should act like.

Ayra's kids, their faces etched with exhaustion and fear, slowly stumbled towards the exit of the cave. The ordeal they had just endured had left them shaken, and their voices barely more than hushed whispers. Garnt, understanding their state, held back from introducing himself, his focus fixed on the tunnel leading to freedom.

'Let's leave this place, we have no reason to stay here anymore," Garnt said in a quiet tone, so he wouldn't alert the wolves.

As the group emerged from the cave's rear entrance one by one, they were greeted by the gentle embrace of the forest. The air was cool and carried a sense of relief, a stark contrast to the suffocating tension that had filled the cave. The tall trees loomed overhead, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze. The sunlight streamed through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor.

Their footfalls were hushed as they moved away from the cave, their desire to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the lurking threat evident in their determined steps. They walked in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, processing the recent events and the narrow escape they had just managed.

But the tranquillity of the forest was short-lived. As they ventured deeper, a distant howl broke the silence. The sound was haunting and primal, sending shivers down their spines.

"What's happening?" They exchanged anxious glances, their senses on high alert. The howling was followed by the faint but unmistakable sound of running footsteps, steadily growing louder and closer.

'Damn it! Looks like they knew we were here, no wonder these wolves managed to find us even though we were in the cave, they have good noses," Ayra said with an angered look.

Fear gripped their hearts once again, and their pace quickened. The rustling leaves seemed to echo the urgency of their movement. Branches scratched their skin as they pressed forward, the forest becoming a labyrinth of uncertainty. But Garnt promised himself that he would prevent any loss of life, as in this moment, these individuals were his family.