Su Qingluo laughed and patted his little head: "The Qilian Mountain Range is Huya's home. Only in the deep mountains and valleys can it live freely without being bound by the worldly views."
"Is Huya going home? Not coming back with us?"
The little prince looked at the three little tigers playing and frolicking, reluctant to part.
"It's up to it."
Su Qingluo smiled and comforted: "It's still small, only half a year old, with a head not too big. People's fear for it is not deep yet, at least in Woniu Village, it can still play comfortably for another half-year. When it's one year old, it must return to the mountains and forests."
"Roar."
As the siblings were talking, perhaps being hungry, Huya ran back cheerfully, rubbing against the little prince's pocket like a spoiled child.
There were cooked meat strips in the pocket, which were its snacks, available to eat anytime it was hungry.
"Huya, do you want to go home with us?"
