Si Shuo noticed Yin Jiang's expression. "Yin Jiang, what's wrong?"
Yin Jiang pursed his lips. Instead of answering her, he gently took her hand and asked Kunzi, "Kunzi, did you start this fire yourself? What did you use to light it?"
The two Hunting Falcon Pups were the youngest in the family. Usually, when the cubs played at starting fires to roast things, they used their older brothers' fire.
'This is Kunzi's first time starting a fire, isn't it? How did he light it so quickly? I didn't even notice the little guy making a sound.'
Kunzi froze for a moment, then couldn't help but scratch his head. "I forgot. Little Hong, did you see?"
Little Hong shook her head. "I didn't see. By the time I noticed, my brother had already lit the campfire."
Si Shuo understood and quickly added, "I thought Kunzi and Little Hong were too young, so I only put some fruit and ready-to-eat food in their Storage Rings. I didn't pack any flint."
