The next afternoon, the snowy courtyard was peaceful, with warm sunlight filtering through the frost on the windows. Inside the cozy living room, An Mo sat cross-legged on a thick fur carpet, surrounding himself with all the energetic little cubs.
After his chaotic beating from Xuan Long the previous day, the golden-haircut beastman was now fully healed and back to his usual overly dramatic self. His golden eyes gleamed with a mischievous light as he gathered the cubs close into a tight secret circle.
"Hey, little ones," An Mo whispered, leaning down with a mysterious, charming smile. "Do you want to go on an exciting trip?"
The cubs all froze mid-play. They tilted their small heads, blinking their large, round, innocent eyes up at him in utter curiosity.
"What trip?" Xiao Yi, the eldest tiger cub, asked with a soft chirp, swishing his little striped tail.
