Finally, he let out a sharp whistle toward the herd of horses grazing leisurely outside the camp.
From a short distance away, Ashes immediately came trotting over.
Once it reached Feng Mountain's side, it shook its head affectionately and nuzzled his arm like a child seeking attention.
"Woman, are you riding or walking?" Feng Mountain deliberately raised his voice, shouting the words at Ashes with a mischievous grin on his face.
Ashes clearly didn't understand its master, merely tilting its head with confused eyes as it continued to nuzzle him affectionately.
Standing nearby, Natasha knew perfectly well the question was meant for her. 'What a boor,' she complained inwardly as a flash of displeasure crossed her face.
Still, she didn't want to argue about it. The longer she delayed, the longer it would take to get back and treat the injury on her butt.
So she took a deep breath, suppressing her anger.
Then, with steps that were elegant yet defiant, she walked toward Ashes.
