The uniforms

Conan

While following the elder through the streets of his pack, I found so many people around the pack to be wearing different uniforms. I wondered if it was according to ranks or whatnot.

It made me curious and I couldn’t stop myself from asking.

“Excuse me?” I tapped on the man’s shoulder as he looked at his shoulder and then at me.

“What is it?” he grunted.

“I just wanted to ask about the uniforms around the pack. Why do you have different people in different uniforms?”

He sighed while we walked through the busy roads.

“Look around you, how many uniforms do you see?”

“A lot,” I said without looking.

“You didn’t look.”

“I don’t have the time to count how many people are wearing green or blue.”

He nodded after chuckling. “I feel you,” he said.

He used modern slang which told me he must have come from a desert village. He was built differently alongside some of the othe