The moment the rabbit tribe finished settling their tired females and cubs, Su Mingxuan gave a sharp signal.
"We move."
The rabbit tribe immediately formed lines again. Strong beastmen stepped forward, offering their backs and arms to carry the exhausted older beastman up the slippery slope.
Su Qinglan didn't even get the chance to walk.
Hu Yan scooped her up in one smooth motion.
His arms wrapped around her securely, as if she were something delicate that even the mountain wind could break. Su Qinglan blinked in surprise, but his expression was stern.
"You've been outside too long," Hu Yan said softly. "Your body is cold."
Rong Ye, in his beast form, brushed against Hu Yan's leg irritably as if saying, "I would've carried her first if you weren't so fast."
Han Jue walked on the other side, his eyes silently guarding her. The three of them surrounded her like living shields.
