She gently patted the White Tiger's head, signaling it to quietly follow those people, avoiding any unnecessary noise.
Thus, she followed them all the way to a very hidden cave.
Those people brushed aside the thick wild grass, and inside the cave, a faint glow of firelight could be seen.
She carefully guided the White Tiger to the entrance of the cave. Despite its striking appearance, the tiger was agile and made not a single sound.
The pair listened outside, hearing the rustling sounds of the people inside. When they finished packing and were about to go back for another crate, she quickly climbed a tree with the White Tiger.
They waited until the second half of the night, by which time the crates were all piled near the entrance.
Those people, drenched in sweat, complained, "Just one last trip, and we'll be done with it. Tomorrow morning the General will send someone to come and take it away."
A General?
