Doudou's voice screamed in Ningning's head, sounding more frantic than she had ever heard it.
[Dumpling, get Weijie away from that man RIGHT NOW! He's a saw-scaled viper, if even a drop of his venom gets into Weijie's blood, he's a dead man.]
Ningning's blood turned to ice. She didn't think; she reacted.
Her fingers clamped onto Weijie's arm with a desperate, white-knuckled grip.
Weijie's first instinct was to pull away, his pride was wounded, his territory had been breached, and he had words for this intruder that involved blood but when he felt Ningning tremble, he paused.
He looked down and saw the sheer, unadulterated terror in her eyes. It stopped him in his tracks.
Weijie stayed where he was, not taking another step. He held Ningning's hand tightly before turning to the now growing crowd.
"Who let a black type into the tribe?"
