Xu Ying could only let the newly captured same species communicate with these frightened furry ones, conveying signals that she meant no harm, and gradually building trust with them.
This batch of furry creatures was about three hundred in number, and there were hardly any that were healthy and lively; all were huddled in cages with vacant stares.
This was a clear case of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), showing persistent fear, anxiety, flashbacks of nightmares, and hypervigilance... Professional intervention from animal behaviorists or veterinarians would be needed to help them gradually regain a sense of security and normal behavior patterns.
There were simply too many small animals needing rescue here. Xu Ying let out a long sigh, feeling too distressed to look at them, her heart aching.
Chen Su walked over, stuffing a big bag of things in Xu Ying's hands, patting her on the shoulder: "Eat something and rest, you've done an excellent job today."
