The iron chain of the adult Snow Fox pulled taut in the gale, emitting a harsh, grating sound. It lunged at Brother Liu with its massive body, but weakened by long-term captivity, it was easily repelled by a backhanded strike from his whip, which lashed across its flank.
In Shen Qing’s arms, the little fox trembled violently, a whimper unique to young beasts spilling from its throat—a heartbreaking duet with the low moans of its mother.
"They really are mother and child..."
Chapter 117