The night scene in the Watson Tribe was lively. Food that could be easily stored was carried in baskets and jars into the food storage house. The Orcs were still energetically smoking dry meat, and the females were gathered around the fire pit, making delicious food.
"Ji Nuan cub, can you tell me now what you were doing taking the Ya Li cub out?" the gossip-loving face of Chief Ge Xing demanded.
Ji Nuan smiled mysteriously: "I can't tell you now, it's a secret. You'll find out in due time. Don't worry, it's not a bad thing."
Chief Ge Xing scratched his ears and cheeks in impatience: "I know it's not a bad thing, Ji Nuan cub. When have you ever done something bad? I just really want to know what it is, hehe."
