It was that time of the year again, the time where the trees bear fruit and the animals copulated and for them, it was the time they chose their mates. He could tell you were surprised, the whole trible was actually. No one had challenged you to become their mate, not because you weren't worthy, but no beastmen wanted to stir things up with your overprotective father. Yet he was here

"Duel me."

He challenged, a smirk tugging at his lips as he cracked his knuckles. It was tradition, the men of the tribe got the chance to prove their strength to the woman they wished to mate. You were by no means undesirable but no one was stupid enough to try fight the chiefs daughter.