The warriors, who had been discussing serious tribe matters, couldn't help but stop and stare. "Are those... clothes? On cubs?" one of them asked, completely baffled.
Su Qinglan ignored the stares and headed toward the houses of Bai Ling and Lin Muyu.
She wanted her friends to join her in visiting her father because Bai Ling also had cubs. Along the way, the show-off cubs gathered a small parade of curious onlookers.
Even the tiny Xiao San in her pocket couldn't resist the excitement; he kept stretching his neck out to see the world, his little hooded sweater making him look like a very fashionable green bean.
Su Qinglan arrived at Bai Ling's house just as the afternoon sun was hitting the clearing. It was a peaceful scene.
Bai Ling was lounging on a large, flat, sun-warmed stone, looking like a lazy cat. Around her, her three little red fox cubs were a blur of fur, tumbling over each other and yapping in high-pitched voices.
