The Black Wolf Witch nodded. "For now, this is all we can do..."
His words had barely left his lips when a black shadow shot out of the basket on Yuan Lang's back. Before anyone could react, it brandished its claws and pounced on a Black Wolf Tribe Beastman Warrior standing at the very edge of the group.
Everyone's hearts clenched. A middle-aged Black Wolf Beastman Warrior nearby moved in a flash to attack the shadow, but Yuan Lang grabbed his arm. "Don't move."
Just then, the Beastman Warrior at the edge let out a pained roar, immediately followed by another cry—one filled with utter satisfaction.
Only then did the group get a clear look at the little black furball. It was a fluffy, chubby little beast.
At that moment, however, the little beast sat ramrod straight, its chubby bottom planted on the ground. One forepaw was on its hip, while a black-and-red insect was impaled on a sharp claw of its other paw.
The insect was struggling, letting out a HISS HISS HISS.
