The tribal fire crackled merrily in the center of the Thousand Fang village, casting dancing orange shadows over the massive gathering of beastmen.
Bai Yue chewed on a piece of perfectly cooked venison, trying her absolute hardest to pretend she wasn't the focal point of the most chaotic seating arrangement in the history of the Beast Realm.
Sigh.
On her left sat Cāng Jì. The Dragon Prince was aggressively tearing into a roasted leg of some massive forest bird, radiating a wave of draconic heat that made Bai Yue sweat.
On her right sat Han Shān, sitting rigidly with his massive arms crossed, glaring a hole into the fire.
Next to him was Zhāo Yàn, casually feeding little Ruì Xuě pieces of soft meat with an infuriatingly smug smile, his tails draped elegantly over the log.
And directly across the roaring fire sat Hóng Yè. The thirteen-year-old Red Panda was glaring at Bai Yue with such hatred that if looks could kill, she would have been buried, dug up, and buried twice more.
