"Be gentle, it's still just a cub."
She glanced at Corbin Crowley holding Caleb Manning, who was in cub form, tossed aside the leftover sweet stalk, and hurried over to cradle him in her hands.
After thoroughly checking him over, she found no major issues and breathed a sigh of relief.
This little guy was quite resilient and didn't suffer any real harm.
He just ended up filthy all over.
She took the little fellow over to the Umbraflow riverside to clean him, and afterward, wrapped him in clean beast hide to dry him off.
Looking at such an adorable little cub, her heart softened, "Poor little fellow, did falling hurt? Let me massage you."
She completely forgot this was Caleb Manning.
The little tiger nestled in her arms, letting out low whimpering sounds in its throat, as if whining or complaining.
