Qinghe sat cross-legged on the grass, a gentle smile playing at the corners of her mouth, her hands ceaselessly busy, petting one head after another. Sometimes she playfully grabbed a wolf's tail, making it spin and snap angrily, eliciting frustrated howls.
This picture of beauty and the beasts truly assaulted the visual senses. Mu'er and five young men watched the delightful scene with beaming eyes, not blinking. Mu'er was somewhat accustomed to it since he had witnessed it more than once, but for the five youngsters, led by Nata, it was like gazing with wide eyes, unwilling to miss a single frame.
