So Ruanruan, gripping the deceased rabbit by its ears, huffed and puffed as he trudged toward Qin Boqing.
"Daddy, Daddy Qin, can you help Ruanruan and the snow leopard cub make this meat smaller and feed it to the little snow leopards?"
"Awooo..." The two little ones, brandishing their paws, hopped along behind Ruanruan, bouncing with each step.
Sometimes, when they jumped into deeper snow, the little ones would shake their fur and stand up to continue following.
The mother snow leopard lay in place, licking her paw, her ears twitching slightly, casting a glance this way with her pale golden pupils, yawned with her mouth open, rested her chin on her paws, and watched the three little ones running toward the crowd, not stopping them.
Qin Boqing watched the child running toward him, his eyebrows twitching slightly, a mix of amusement and helplessness in his heart, thinking that the little tyke really knew how to find work for him.
