She seemed to have understood why the ferocious creature was called Er Mao. When it was unprovoked, it seemed to be a completely different being from the one she faced the other day.
Finally, as the two of them were done rolling about and leaving mud prints on the ground, they returned to the fire. Xia Ling realized that Li Lei's wound seemed to have opened up, and the air around was beginning to smell of blood. He undid the bandage around his abdomen and began treating his wound, appearing more skilled than even a medical professional.
Er Mao lazily lied beside him, head resting on its front paws and eyes half-closed as if it was already asleep. Xia Ling wasn't sure if her gut feeling was right, but she felt that his line of sight never left her. Yet it was not the least bit interested in the smell of blood that came from its owner. It seemed like he really could differentiate what he should and shouldn't eat.
