Yuan Lang watched in amusement as the little female started to snore. He reached back, pulled a Beast Skin from the basket on his back, and wrapped her up snugly in his arms.
Wu Yue's sleep was fitful. She dreamed that the Snow Tiger Tribe had been defeated by an incredibly powerful Super Tribe, and all her people had become their slaves.
"Yue, wake up."
Just as the dream took a dark turn, a familiar beastman's voice sounded by her ear, startling her awake.
It was Yuan Lang's voice. Opening her eyes, she found herself lying in the beastman's broad embrace, wrapped so tightly in a thick Beast Skin that not a single breeze could touch her.
"Are we there yet?"
Yuan Lang smiled and nodded. "Mhm, we've reached our usual hunting grounds. We'll be back at the tribe in a little while."
Sure enough, a short while later, the two of them caught sight of the Snow Tiger Tribe's settlement.
