"I don't want Xixi to walk into danger, but if she insists on going, we can only do everything in our power to protect her."
Xijing gave a quiet murmur, acknowledging Jin Ling's sentiment.
Night fell, and darkness gradually enveloped the sky above the tribe.
The cubs, who were sitting around the table eating, began to put down their bowls one by one.
"Father, we're full."
Sangqi wiped his mouth, then scooped up the little tiger cub, whose face was greasy from her meal. He carefully wiped the mess from her face with a soft piece of hide.
Sangze put down his bowl. "Go on and play for a bit. You can get a bath and go to sleep later."
"Okay."
By the time Feiyan emerged from the kitchen carrying another pot of meat broth, the cubs had all left the table.
"Why's everyone gone? They haven't even had the fish-beast broth I made."
Sunxiao shot him a cold glance. "You drink it."
"What's with that look, you overgrown snake? You have no idea how much my cooking has improved."
