The little mink wagged its tail excitedly, circling around his feet and occasionally diving into the large beast skin bag, the meaning quite obvious.
Yin Ye's eyes twinkled with mischief as he squatted down, caressed her little head, then slipped the beast skin bag around his neck, placing her against his chest before he transformed into his wolf form, running with her away from the tribe and towards the Grove.
Dangling from the great wolf's neck, Tangtang tiptoed, stretching her hooves out, scrabbling at the fabric of the bag to look out at the blue sky, cloud upon cloud, and the jungle after the rain, which seemed as pristine and idyllic as a wallpaper, breathing in the air rich with spiritual energy and the fragrance of fresh grass—only then did she feel that, though Beast World was dangerous, such breathtaking beauty was indeed a rare sight across several lifetimes.
