After merely resting for a night, Muir's injury basically didn't affect his movements now.
Early in the morning, he ran off and captured a plump and sturdy squirrel, before roasting it by the river near a large tree.
Smelling the fragrance, Bai Qingqing snapped out of her dreams back to reality. Wrinkling her nose, she opened her eyes.
"Who's roasting meat?"
Bai Qingqing crawled outside. It was a very familiar fragrance. Garlic-flavored. Muir!
Ah, she nearly forgot that Muir had moved into the peacock village.
Muir kept an eye on Bai Qingqing's direction constantly. The instant she came out, he noticed her. He got up and transformed into an eagle, before flying towards her.
Bai Qingqing smoothed her tangled hair, having not combed it for some time. Muir stopped next to her and indicated for her to climb onto him.
