"Hmm hmm hmm~"
The warm sunlight shone on the grassland, a young centaur boy lay on the hillside, a strand of dogtail grass in his mouth, humming a little tune without much care.
He occasionally glanced at the grazing cattle and sheep, and instinctively looked southward, a deep sense of longing surfacing in his eyes.
The adults in the tribe had all followed Commander Hong Jila to the south to raid, hoping they could bring back lots of good stuff.
The iron pots made by the two-legged sheep were very useful, and their clothes were particularly beautiful...
Just as he was fantasizing about using beautiful clothes to woo the prairie pearl and win her heart, a barely perceptible tremor came from beneath him.
Startled, the centaur boy quickly pressed his ear to the ground, listening intently.
Soon, he leaped up, joyfully racing to the top of the hill and peering into the distance.
The adults who had gone out were back!
