The rain continued to drip against the forest floor as Hu Yan emerged from the overflowing stream.
In his massive tiger form, he looked like a golden mountain rising from the water. A huge, silver-scaled fish was clamped firmly in his jaws, its tail still flapping weakly.
He trotted over to the bank, his golden eyes landing on Rong Ye. The fox was supposed to be doing the laundry, but he was mostly just splashing around and humming, looking entirely too smug.
To any other beastman, he looked like a happy groom, but to the hardworking tiger, he looked like a lazy slacker.
Hu Yan dropped the fish on the rock before eating it in one bite, and soon he shifted back into his human form. He didn't even bother to wipe the water from his muscular chest.
"Was it good? You seem very relaxed, Rong Ye," Hu Yan said, his voice deep and rumbling like thunder. He looked at the pile of hides.
