"Seven Arms" and a few other mutants were huddled around an empty iron pot, trying to get every last drop of sauce. As Ren came closer, Seven Arms looked up, sniffing the air with caution.
Ren's grip on his blade tightened, ready for a potential threat.
However, Seven Hands just casually swished his tail, mumbling, "Oh, it's that decent alpha," then resumed his pot-licking. "Never mind, just forget about it."
In the end, no strong mutants bothered to react.
Warily, Ren observed them, making sure to tread quietly. Together, they navigated around the clueless mutants, making their way back to the safety of Kestrel's 'den.'
