Lan Yue walked gracefully beside Lin Muyu, her presence drawing every eye in the clearing.
Since Su Qinglan was still recovering indoors, Lin Muyu had taken it upon herself to be Lan Yue's guide and protector, helping her socialize with the curious tribe members.
However, "socializing" was a loose term.
Lin Muyu walked with her chin high and a sharp, warning glint in her eyes. Every time a young beastman tried to steer the conversation toward Lan Yue's mating status or her origins, Lin Muyu would shut them down with a single, icy stare.
"Don't even think about it, Lu Feng," Lin Muyu snapped at a bold fox youth who had approached with a fresh piece of meat. "She's here to walk, not to be hounded by a mangy pup like you. Move!"
The beastman scurried away, his tail between his legs. The young males of the village wanted to cry.
