'Damn it, how could you forget something so important?'
'With so many of us Beastmen gathered here, and given how sensitive the Shun Yuan are to the scent of males, they're probably already on their way.'
As the old saying goes, the bad prophecies are always the ones that come true.
Yuan Lang had just pulled the still-sleeping Wu Yue tighter into his arms when a series of excited roars echoed from the deep forest.
Hearing the familiar cries, the faces of all the Beastmen turned green. Forgetting all about Beast Skins, they bolted and ran for it.
The Shun Yuan, in their mating season, were indeed formidable. They chased the Beastmen far into the forest before finally retreating with angry roars.
All that remained were the Beastman Warriors, sprawled on the grass like dead dogs, panting and wheezing. Each one of them felt as if they had just barely managed to protect their virtue.
