"You're taking the cubs to the Eastern Hills?" Mo Xiao asked, wiping sweat from his brow. He and Mò Chéng were in the middle of a clearing, supervising a group of younger beastmen who were wrestling in the dirt.
Zhāo Yàn nodded, his arms crossed. "They want to see Yòu Lín. It's better they go now while the weather is clear."
Both fathers stopped what they were doing, their gazes shifting simultaneously to Bai Yue. Mò Chéng's black eyes were unreadable, while Mo Xiao looked at her with a mix of curiosity and lingering surprise.
"Be careful," Mò Chéng rasped, his tail flicking a warning.
Mo Xiao stepped closer to Bai Yue, ignoring the Fox Lord's protective stance. "How do you feel today, Bai Yue? Truly?"
Bai Yue offered a small, weary smile. "I'm good, Mo Xiao. A little tired however."
Mo Xiao chuckled. "I must admit, the tribe feels... different when you're not screaming at someone."
