Thinking this, Cissa turned her head and planned to go back and look for her.
But after taking two steps, she stopped again.
No way.
His little female was capable of fighting off a pack of wolves on her own.
Then why hasn't she come yet?
Cissa's worried brow gradually changed.
He paced back and forth even more.
Perhaps, the little female didn't care about him at all, and that's why she lied to him?
Now that he's upset, she doesn't want to explain, so she's delayed in coming after him?
Cissa remained in that clearing, growing increasingly agitated.
Just as he was about to go back and grab the little female.
A voice rang out from behind him.
"Help, Cissa."
It wasn't a panicked voice like in emergency situations.
But rather three parts seductive, four parts enticing.
Instead of calling for help, it was more like flirting with a beastman.
Cissa turned around and saw a female leaning against a large tree.
She was wearing beast hide.
