your scaly sketchasuar body clawed into the shadow of a cave, looking around you saw plenty of sketchasaur wearing tribal skulls, they looked at you and all tilted there head at the same time
"may i join this tribe? please! i need a shady place to live! i will be very very loyal!" you hissed flicking your forked tounge. a orangy maple leaf colored one padded up to you, you stared at her weird color
"yes you may, welcome to Tribe of Fallen Maple, i am Maple the Leader" she nodded, you jaw dropped as she held up 4 skulls, a skull of the normal, a skull of the hunter, a skull of the noble and a skull of the shaman.