Catgirls And Dungeons (Yuri)-Chapter 75: Children of Zehrak

While browsing the weapon stall, Eris suddenly shifts her attention to the side. Following her gaze, I notice two large Wolf Furrens resting nearby. Their impressive, muscular builds are similar—both stand over two meters tall—but their hair colors differ: one has a striking silver hue, while the other's is dark as midnight, each framing a human-like face. They're even dressed alike, in slightly tattered shirts straining around their bulging arms. Their hair, long and tousled, falls across broad shoulders.

However, one detail immediately catches my eye: the silver-furred wolf is missing his left arm.

The bandages are still there, which suggests he lost it not too long ago.

Could it have happened during a dungeon incident?

Curiosity piqued, I swivel my ears in their direction, quietly focusing on their conversation in an attempt to catch snippets of what they're saying.

"Haizzz…" the silver-haired wolfman sighs, sounding weary. "If our Guildmaster didn't go missing, we wouldn't be in this situation…"

"Well, what can we do?" the black-haired wolfman replies with a resigned shrug. "We have to stay optimistic. On the bright side, we're still alive. Our wives and children are safe. That's what truly matters."

"Yeah, you're right," the silver-haired wolfman agrees, though the sadness in his eyes lingers. "Compared to our fallen comrades, we are still the very lucky ones."

Suddenly, Eris turns to me with a concerned look. Her expression reveals a flicker of worry I can't quite place.

She then gestures at the wolf men and whispers, "Felicia, would you mind if I go talk to them real quick? The two Wolf Furrens here…"

"Nn," I say, nodding.

However, I can't help but sense something significant behind her request. Because, there's a tension in her eyes—as though their words struck a personal chord.

Thus, together, we approach them.

"Excuse me," Eris begins, her tone very polite. "I hope I'm not interrupting, but could I ask you something?"

"Huh?" The silver-haired wolfman turns and blinks, then gives a short smile. "Oh, sure, young lady. How can we help?"

"Ah, nothing too serious." Eris pauses. "I just wanted to ask… are you two from the Zehrak Desert?"

Zehrak Desert…

Isn't that where Eris is from?

At her question, the two wolves exchange a short glance. For a moment, I sense a flicker of caution on their faces. Then, as if coming to an unspoken agreement, they nod in unison.

"Yes," the black-haired wolfman confirms. "We're from Zehrak."

At those words, Eris's eyes flicker with emotion. "Then… how is Zehrak now?" she asks, pressing one hand to her chest while her other hand tightens around mine. There's a slight tremor in her voice, though it's subtle.

The silver-haired wolfman lets out a slow sigh. "Ahh, it's a mess these days," he admits, his tone carrying a note of sadness. Then his gaze sharpens as he adds, "Wait—are you from Zehrak, too? Your accent sounds… kind of familiar."

"Yes, I'm from Sablethorn," Eris replies with a small smile.

"Aha! Sablethorn—the village of the Catfolk!" the silver wolf says, brightening slightly.

She nods. "That's right. Although, I haven't been back for a while. My family moved to Mistvale a few years ago."

"I see…" The silver-haired wolfman offers a soft chuckle, then stands up. "Still, it's so nice to meet another child of the desert here! I'm Korum—Korum Bonecracker," he announces, extending his one good hand in greeting.

Eris takes his hand and gives it a firm shake.

"And I'm Darron Blacktail," the black-haired wolfman adds, bowing his head in a friendly gesture. "It's always good to run into someone from our homeland. As you might've guessed, we're both Wolf Furren from Lunera."

"Oh, Lunera?" Eris exclaims. "That means we're practically neighbors!"

"Haha, that's correct!" Korum says, flashing a grin.

Just like that, the mood shifts significantly—an undercurrent of relief and camaraderie floats between them.

"How wonderful!" Eris says, before introducing us. "I'm Eris Wildfang, and this is my girlfriend, Felicia Flufftail."

"Oh! Delighted to meet you, Ms. Wildfang and Ms. Flufftail," Korum responds warmly.

"Oh? You two are lovers?" Darron chimes in, his ears perking with interest. "That's great—you look amazing together!"

"Hehe, thank you!" Eris replies, her smile widening. "But please, just call us Eris and Felicia."

"Got it," Korum says with a nod. "Feel free to call us by our first names too!"

Despite their imposing appearance, the two wolfmen prove to be surprisingly warm and approachable. Still, I can't help noticing a subtle tension hovering in the background—Eris must be thinking about what they said earlier regarding the Guildmaster and Zehrak's troubles.

"All right, come on—join us for a meal!" Korum exclaims, his toothy grin returning as his tail swishes back and forth.

Eris hesitates briefly, glancing my way. "We literally just ate," she says, looking a bit amused, "but if you don't mind, we'd love to chat."

"Sure!" Darron replies, shifting over on the bench to make room. "We could use some company. It's better than worrying here by ourselves."

"Okay, do you guys drink milk?" Korum asks, glancing at the mugs around the table.

"Yes," Eris answers, nodding. "I'll just have a little, though."

"M-me too," I says quietly, still feeling a little bit shy.

With that, we both settle in carefully, mindful of the scattered plates and half-empty cups. The gentle murmur of the outpost hums in the background, but our attention is fixed on Korum and Darron, eager to learn more.

As we chat, a cool evening breeze passes through the outpost, rustling the torches and sending flickering shadows across the ground. All around us, the hum of conversation and activity continues, yet it feels like the four of us have stepped into our own little circle.

And after a few minutes of casual banter, Eris finally steers the conversation back to the real question on her mind.

"So, just what exactly happened in the Zehrak Desert?" she asks, her tone turning slightly more serious.

Korum, shifts uncomfortably. "Oh, so you haven't heard?" he replies, letting out a weary sigh.

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"Haiz… it's terrible there. The situation is really bad." Darron adds.

Eris leans forward, her eyes narrowing in concern. "Did a dungeon break happen?"

Darron offers a resigned shrug. "Well, dungeon breaks happen all the time in Zehrak—you know how unstable that land is. They're almost routine."

"Right…" Eris nods knowingly.

"If it were just your average dungeon break, we could handle it." Korum leans back, heaving a deep sigh and closes his eyes. "The real issue is that three of Zehrak's top guilds has fallen."

"What?" Eris murmurs, her eyes widening. "The major guild… collapsed? Which one?"

"Shadowfang, Razortooth, Serpenttail…" Korum answers grimly. A flicker of sorrow crosses his features.

At the mention of those names, Eris goes utterly still, like a statue carved in shock. A heavy silence follows, and I notice a slight tremor coursing through her body.