In the evening, Ming Yan hesitated nearby, holding a bowl of fresh, tender meat intended for Si Yan.
After Si Yan had lulled all three cubs to sleep, she saw Ming Yan and stood up to walk towards him.
"Ming Yan?" she called out curiously.
Ming Yan looked at her steadily for a good while before handing her the meat.
"White Eagle City compensated us with many things today. This meat is for you."
Indeed, White Eagle City had given them many things, including white eagle feathers and stones that birds liked. The stones were useless and discarded, but the feathers were kept to make feather garments for the females of the tribe. As for this bowl of meat, it was from Ming Yan's own hunt—the most tender and delicious piece from his prey.
Si Yan accepted it with a word of thanks, then returned to sleep with her cubs.
Ming Yan watched Si Yan's retreating figure, his gaze drifting into the distance, his broad back exuding an air of loneliness and desolation.
