Clara sighed softly. She was really scared. Her heart was still tense. It was crucial to find the child quickly.
After a while, Henry arrived.
"I saw Little Furry. He was carried into a mud hut by a female Black Panther." Henry said, furrowing his brows. "Something seems off with the Black Panther Tribe. It feels very somber."
Clara glanced at Mateo, who nodded. Mateo said to Clara, "Henry and I will go get the child back. You and Charles wait here, and we'll leave together."
After instructing Henry and Charles, Mateo patted Charles's shoulder, laughed, and then said to Clara, "I'll go to bring him back. Wait for me okay!"
Clara nodded, "Be safe."
Mateo's expression turned serious, and he left the shelter of the grass with Henry. Clara and Charles crouched down. Clara was contemplating what to do if something went wrong. She looked around at the tall grass and decided that waiting wasn't an option. She needed to make some ropes, just in case.
