APPROVED ASSISTANCE ROLLS: Strength, Fighting, Throwing, Climbing and Swimming
You arrive with Alec at the edge of the territory claimed by the Longtooth Clan, and are immediately challenged by a dozen heavily-muscled warriors with vicious-looking spiked clubs and dinosaur-hide armor. They nod as Alec explains that you are expected by Chief Wotak. They agree to take you to see the chief, while Alec moves on to guide the others.
All of this work, and more besides, is being done by the women-folk of the tribe, assisted by younger children who dash among the huts; the women look up and gaze steadily at you, while the children mostly scamper at the sound of the approaching Gunwolf, though when the adults do not flee, as well, they stop and hide behind trees and other objects, peering around in curiosity. Everyone keeps a close eye on the Brodkil, in particular. Fox and Calyx, at least, can't help but notice that everyone here is remarkably good-looking; chiseled bodies on the men, curves on the women, smooth bronze skin on everyone, and even the children are unusually bright-eyed.
A small mountain shaped roughly like a man steps out. If the rest of the tribe is fit, this man is clearly a mark above. Whereas most have perhaps half a dozen to a dozen sharp teeth on their necklaces, Chief Wotak (for so he is introduced to you) has two necklaces, plus another thong on each wrist and ankle, all packed with teeth. He easily swings around a warclub as large as a chain greatsword with a single hand; you're fairly certain he can wield it like that in combat. He looms over everyone except SnackHappy (whom he can look eye-to-eye with) and Fox, who of course is much bigger in his SAMAS.
"Greetings! Welcome to the home of the Longtooth Clan. Alequin says you come to us to call us as allies in warfare. You are wise to seek us out, for our might is unmatched. Of course, it remains to be seen if we would be wise to accept your offer. Come, sit and tell us of your deeds!"
This call is echoed through the camp, as children and warriors alike gather around to listen to the strangers in their midst. Gourds filled with some sort of naturally fermented fruit juice are passed around; the stuff has a potent kick. As the night draws on, horns and huge drums are used to create a great cacophonous music.
Then he sets the cauldron back down on the flames with clang, before adjusting it to hang properly once more, and sits down.