The return to the village was nothing short of a spectacle.
Bai Yue stood outside her hut, arms crossed, watching in utter disbelief as Yòu Lín, panting heavily, dragged an entirely unconscious, blissfully smiling Ruì Xuě by the ankles through the dirt. Trailing behind them was Miao Miao, who was chattering excitedly to a very muddy, very silent Tao Zi about river rocks.
"What happened to him?" Bai Yue asked, pointing a wooden spoon at the fainted Snow Leopard cub.
"He's buffering," A-Li declared, appearing from behind a bush. "Miao Miao kissed his cheek because he froze a giant mud-turtle. His soul left his body."
Bai Yue rubbed her temples, feeling a headache blooming behind her eyes. Just a normal Tuesday in the Thousand Fang Tribe.
Before she could interrogate them further about the "giant mud-turtle," the hide curtain of the neighboring hut was practically ripped off its hinges.
"I FOUND IT!"
