It was holding a freshly killed, lifeless pheasant in its jaws. Raising its head slightly, a trace of hesitation flickered in its eyes, as if it were weighing something deep within its heart.
After a brief pause, it took steady and resolute steps, walking slowly toward the other corner of the cave where Pingping was quietly lying on the ground.
Perhaps due to the discomfort of nursing the Tiger Cubs, or perhaps from long endurance in the harsh environment, she looked somewhat tired and haggard.
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