On a branch of a crooked old pine, about seven or eight meters from the fire, lay a clouded leopard. It had a fit, streamlined body and a dappled coat like a vibrant sunset.
It was Caiyun!
She was sprawled relaxedly on the branch, her tail hanging down, swaying gently.
Her eyes, gleaming like amber in the firelight, watched the young man waving the stick with great interest.
It was as if she were watching an amusing performance.
On another branch slightly below Caiyun, a much smaller, fluffier little clouded leopard was mimicking its mother's pose. It was Ta Xue.
But unlike Caiyun's somewhat scrutinizing gaze, Ta Xue's big, round eyes were filled with pure curiosity.
He tilted his little head, looking from the young man to his mother, occasionally letting out a faint, questioning rumble from his throat.
Suddenly.
Ta Xue's ears perked up warily. His little head snapped toward the direction Yang Qi's group was coming from, and he sniffed the air intently.
