"Everything's fine."
Feiyan led them downstairs.
The cubs had gone with Feili to play in the tribe's vegetable patch and hadn't returned yet.
The inner city seemed empty without the cubs around.
The two had just sat down to rest when they heard a chorus of high-pitched, childish voices drawing closer.
"Mother used this vegetable for a cold salad before. It was delicious."
"I know how to make it too, Qiaoqiao. I'll make it for you in a little while."
"I don't want you to make it for me! I want to do it myself."
"Huh?"
Sangqi, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped in his tracks, staring in astonishment at Qiao Yi sitting not far away.
Seeing Sangqi frozen in place, the other cubs curiously followed his gaze.
Xiya tilted her head, her azure pupils filled with confusion. "Who are you, and why are you in our house?"
The last time Qiao Yi had left, his face had been almost completely wrapped in animal hide, so the cubs didn't have a clear memory of his appearance.
