Just having walked a short distance, she suddenly heard a faint whimper near her ear.
It sounded like the cry of a cub.
Luna Sutton instantly stopped, her gaze directed towards the source of the sound.
She saw a golden cub in the bushes not far away, partly hidden by the dense foliage, exposing half of its head outside.
Its fur was damp and clung to its body, small and fragile, as if it had just been born.
"Huh, how is there a newborn tiger here?"
She walked over and gently parted the dense branches, fully exposing the cub's figure.
The little creature's eyes were tightly shut, its golden fur clinging to its body, damp and bedraggled.
Covered in bits of leaves and twigs, its limbs and back were scratched by something, the wounds were shallow but looked shocking.
Covered in dirt, it seemed to have rolled in mud, looking extremely pitiful.
She crouched down, reaching out to gently poke its head, the cub let out a faint whimper, a mixture of protest and a plea for help.
