Rong Ye barreled into the cave like a wet fox who had just defeated heaven itself.
He skidded across the stone floor, water dripping in heavy lines from his hair and clothes, and loudly dropped his haul.
Clack! Clunk! Thud!
The sounds echoed through the cave.
Han Jue didn't even look up; he was too busy tying a hide bundle. Hu Yan flicked an ear, unimpressed. But Su Qinglan turned at once.
The moment she looked at him, Rong Ye's entire posture changed. He straightened, puffed up, tail practically wagging behind him even though he was currently in human form.
He didn't even greet the others.
He immediately grabbed a thick hide from the drying rack, shook it once, and wrapped it around his head like a dramatic fox prince. Then he pat-pat-patted himself dry. His cheeks, his hair, his neck, his arms...he rubbed every part until the rainwater finally stopped dripping.
Only then did he fling the hide aside, sprint to Su Qinglan, and scoop her into his arms.
