And there were even two thick Beast Skin cushions. Sleeping on them during the cold season—how warm would that be?
"Thank you, Shaman Ji Nuan." The two little ones touched their soft, warm Beast Skin clothes. Their small eyes glimmered with affection, and in their tiny, crisp voices, they thanked Ji Nuan.
Ji Nuan waved her hand with a smile, "Go back now."
With permission from the Shaman, the two little ones cheerfully ran back to their Amu and A-Father.
Ji Nuan turned to the middle-aged Orc, whose eyes were slightly red. "Gather the small beastlings in the Tribe."
Hearing Shaman Ji Nuan's words, the middle-aged Orc's lips moved a few times. Finally, he turned around stealthily to wipe his eyes before looking at the visibly emotional tribespeople. "All the small beastlings in the Tribe, come to Shaman Ji Nuan!"
