Chapter 3

Meow meow, who are you looking down on?

Mmmmm!!! Dog thief, let go of this venerable one!

But the fact shows that, with a combat power of –5 trash, she has no say in this team.

Her weak body made her break out in a foul sweat while struggling, but aside from that there was no other effect; in the end she still lay like a dead dog on the man's back.

Yue, stop struggling, your father A Mu is gone, your body is still so weak, you can't survive in the tribe; later I'll secretly hide you among the clansmen.

If you stay in the Snow Tiger Tribe, you'll get some Ye Cai Zi each day; at least you'll be able to survive.

Although in his view, Wu Yue's body surviving is indeed quite difficult, it's still better than being tossed into the forest by the chieftain to fend for oneself.

A hoarse man's voice came from ahead; the man who had carried her all the way whispered consolation to her.

Winter has just passed, and the outside ice and snow haven't melted yet; in the Polar Forest, aside from the Beastman Warrior of the various major tribes, Half-Beast and Pure Human simply cannot go out to hunt in such weather.

Wu Yue stopped struggling; she herself knew that in such a jungle-law primitive society, someone like her with a congenitally poor physique who couldn't contribute to the tribe wouldn't even find anyone willing to team up with her for gathering.

Moreover, for her now, no matter which tribe she's in, she's a stranger; thus the most important thing now is whether she can survive in this cruel society.

In the Snow Tiger Tribe, many Half-Beast and Pure Human come and go; they use their hands to clear the accumulated snow from the tribe and throw it into the nearby river.

The most eye-catching are the fluffy clumps basking on the big stones; these are the Snow Tiger Clan's Beastfolk younglings, the largest being only the size of a Beastfolk's half arm, and the smallest even as small as a palm.

This made the somewhat dispirited Wu Yue's eyes brighten again; this fluff is really too cute, looking chubby and round.

The withered claws twitched, wanting to touch~

But if one looks closely, beneath the fur blown apart by the wind, these younglings' bodies are somewhat frail.

That's right; although the Beastfolk are strong-bodied and could eat hard before winter to store energy, after an entire winter's consumption there's little left, let alone these younglings.

Winter prevents going out to hunt; although the Beastfolk can risk bringing back some food, in such a harsh, freezing season even the mighty Beastfolk must be ready to lose their lives at any moment.

The Half-Beast led them to the clearing where the younglings basked in the sun: 'Wait here; the adults will be back shortly.'

Having said that, he stood solemnly to one side without speaking.

What was supposed to be 'right away' also made the small-tribe folk wait until the afternoon.

Although in such a sunny spot one doesn't feel the cold, after standing so long many of the frail tribespeople began to sway, on the verge of collapsing.

The burly man licked his chapped lips: 'I don't know when the adults will come; we' we still have to hurry on!!!'

The Half-Beast glared at him: 'The adults went out to hunt; they should be back soon, just wait.'

Having said that, he turned away and fell silent.

The burly man then recalled that after the cold season, the sturdy Beastman Warrior could already go out to hunt.

No wonder the Half-Beast Warrior had a sour look; I was just asking for nothing.

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