"Merrath! It's time to eat!" Erolith called his son, who was playing around with a ball made by his father. Merrath stopped kicking the ball. His tiger ears twitched when he heard his mother called him for lunch.
"Yes, Mama!" Merrath rushed to his house, a simple hut near a river that his dad made for them. It was just a simple hut with hays as the roof. But it was enough for them to live together.
Merrath was already seven years old. He already learned how to hunt with his dad while learning how to pick good berries and find good food fit for the elves. Because he was a hybrid elven and beastman, he could eat both and preferred to eat both since he had a big appetite.
"Mama, what is our food today?" Merrath asked while pulling his mother's shirt.
