Su Yu couldn't see the distant scenery clearly, only the hazy glow of a few fires.
She had been in the Wing Tiger Tribe for several days now, but she'd stayed by Xun Yu's side the whole time and hadn't had a proper chance to look around. Now, hearing the clamor coming from the center of the tribe, she felt a flicker of interest.
Shi Wei, who had just finished washing the bowls, noticed her staring toward the center of the tribe. He walked over, squatted down slightly, and looked up at her, asking gently, "Want to go have a look?"
Su Yu's face scrunched up in conflict. "I want to, but..."
She turned to look toward Xun Yu. He was still wearing the specially made iron chains on his hands and feet. He had already reverted to his human form and was sweeping the floor with a broom Shengqing had fashioned from dried grass.
He was cleaning up the fragments of the muzzle he had shattered earlier, making sure Su Yu wouldn't step on them in the dark and hurt her feet.
