The descent was anything but graceful. While Cāng Jì flew with the elegance of a soaring deity, his landing was a petty thud that rattled the very foundations of the Tribe's clearing.
"We are here. Get off me, you heavy-footed lowlanders," the dragon's voice rang in their heads, dripping with disdain.
Bai Yue slid down the bronze scales, her legs wobbling as they hit solid earth. "Ah! That was fun!" she breathed, smoothing her messy hair.
"Yessss! Again, again!" Yòu Lín cheered, sliding down right after her and immediately latching onto her waist. The fox kit hadn't stopped smiling since they left the Eastern Hills, his tiny tail wagging like an orange fan.
Ruì Xuě, who had been dozing against Bai Yue's chest for most of the flight, blinked his purple eyes open, looking dazed. Beside them, the panther triplets tumbled off in a heap of fur and giggles.
