Rong Ye did not stop to catch his breath. He ran as fast as his four paws could carry him, his heart thumping against his ribs like a drum.
He knew he had to reach the upper mountain immediately to warn the leaders. This was not just a small group of beastmen. This was an entire pride of lions, and they did not look like they were searching for a friendly chat.
In his hurry, he completely forgot that he was carrying two living spiritual plants. Stove was being jostled around so much that he felt like he was caught in a storm.
His leaves were flapping wildly in the wind, and he was clinging to his little flower wife for dear life.
If Stove could speak, he would have been screaming every insult he knew. This idiot fox, he thought angrily. He is ruining my cool image in front of my female. How can I look like a strong protector when I am being bounced around like a sack of potatoes?
