Before leaving, Mu Mianmian walked to Ayuan's side and whispered to him.
"There's some unharvested grain behind the fence wall of my treehouse. I allow you to go in alone and gather the grain for your survival during this period."
Ayuan looked at her and nodded.
"Thank you."
"No need to thank me. Leaving it to you makes me feel more at ease."
Inside the fence wall, she had scattered poison powder all over it.
When he gets poisoned, he can only protect himself, unable to protect anyone else.
The tribe set out, leaving behind a dozen elderly and frail old wolves, and two who can barely walk, their wolf fur withered and decayed.
Ayuan was raised by them because he was an orphan left by another tribe, not belonging to this tribe, but the initial tribe members still raised him like their own child, never treating him harshly.
So when he heard about the tribe's migration, he was the first to stand up and oppose it.
The leader saw Ayuan and sighed helplessly.
