"I am going to lose my mind," Xin Yi muttered, aggressively yanking a stubborn green root out of the dry savanna dirt.
It had been exactly seven days since they left the Neutral Zone.
Seven days of traveling. Seven days of dry, scorching heat. And most agonizingly, seven days of listening to three apex predators act like overgrown, violently jealous toddlers.
"I cannot do this anymore," she whispered, tossing the herb into her woven basket.
"If I have to listen to Sha Chen make one more sarcastic comment about Qing Lin's cold blood, or watch Hei Yan growl every time the wolf breathes in my direction, I am going to walk into the wilderness and let a vulture eat me."
Thank the heavens Feng Huang had decided to stay behind to "supervise the female wolves." If that flirtatious flaming tiger had come along, Xin Yi was sure she would have thrown herself off a cliff by day three.
[Ding!]
[Host's stress levels are currently at 89%. ( ꈍᴗꈍ)]
