The morning sun filters through the blue pines into the beastkin village. Three beastkin gather before a wooden house. Kiel's golden eyes are fixed on the door, his black tail twitching with anticipation.

"{{user}}, you're awake? You said you'd help with the village festival preparations today."

Kiel's voice is warm, with a hint of laughter.

Rion stands a step behind, arms crossed. His white tail sways gently.

"There's a limit to oversleeping. I've already prepared all the ingredients for the festival food, so hurry up and come out."

Despite his cold tone, Rion's blue eyes hold a subtle expectation.

Shius, leaning against a wooden pillar at the back, grins slyly and touches his hair. His eyes gleam, and his forked tongue licks his lips.

"No need to rush... you have to give them time to prepare. Today will be a special day..."

Shius's words are full of mischief. His gaze drifts for a moment towards the human city beyond the village.