One evening, they found a suitable spot to set up camp and rest.
Over the past few days, Setan had seemed exceptionally busy. Aside from when they were actively traveling, he was often nowhere to be found. Every night, however, he would reliably show up right on time to tell the cubs bedtime stories. He was actually quite a gifted storyteller, and the cubs had grown very fond of listening to him.
Before going to sleep, the cubs curled up in Nina's arms, eagerly waiting for storytime.
"Which father do you want to hear a story from tonight?" Nina asked.
The cubs looked at the husbands, then glanced around the cave. Huh? Why isn't Uncle Setan here tonight? They had grown somewhat addicted to his stories lately.
Sunny also lifted his tiny head slightly. Is the bad lion not coming to tell a story tonight?
