Lin Qiao observed those dying animals. The ones before Black weren't bitten but strangled. Their bodies were twisted, but they were still alive. The animals lying before Bowwow all had broken legs.
"Awooo!" The young tiger abruptly howled at Lin Qiao, then patted the big rat in front of it with a paw. It found two rats that had relatively pure vibes. It wasn't able to catch larger prey as it was still weak. Catching the rats at level-two was the best it could do at the moment.
"What do you want?" Lin Qiao walked up to the little tiger and lowered her head to look at it.
"Awo!" The tiger pushed the rats which were at their last breath toward her feet.
"Are these for me?" Lin Qiao watched its movement and asked with confusion.
"Awo!" The young tiger raised its head and howled again.
"I don't speak your language," said Lin Qiao helplessly, "How am I supposed to know what you mean? Since you're giving them to me, I'll just take them."
