It was late at night by the time Chou Rong finished his meeting with the elders, having settled matters such as adding new patrol teams and expanding the Cub Garden.
Even though he had moved as quickly as possible, he had still been delayed for too long.
For the first time in his life, the short distance felt immense. He wished he were a Beastman of the Bird Clan, that he could sprout wings and fly to Wanwan's side in an instant.
He hurried through the quiet marketplace, his steps quickening as he headed toward the tranquil residences at the rear of the tribe.
However, on the forest path near his home, his keen senses immediately picked up something unusual in the air.
The night wind carried more than just the fresh fragrance of grass and trees. It was mingled with a cloying, sweet scent he knew all too well—the scent unique to his little female when she was aroused. And mixed within it was the strong, masculine musk of Zhu Xiu.
