Dena's heart tightened, her dry trembling hand cautiously feeling the emaciated arm and face, the mouth full of whiskers above the lips...
She couldn't feel any breath, the pupil in the darkness contracted. Dena's big leaf in her hand shivered, almost fell to the ground, the Shaman was dead...
"Amu, is Uncle Shaman okay?"
Dena's mind was buzzing, and she didn't hear Percy's call.
"Amu? Amu?" Percy raised his voice and called two more times, finally waking Dena up.
Wiping the tears from her face and trying to control her inner pain, she turned to look towards the location where her cub's voice came from: "What happened, Percy?"
"Is Uncle Shaman okay?"
Forcing a smile, Dena chuckled, "He's much better. He just drank all the water! Don't worry!"
Percy sighed in relief. At this time, if something happens to Uncle Shaman again, the tribesmen would panic.
"Boom! Boom!"
"Ah!"
