There were no doors, only a hide curtain at the entrance, and the walls were rough stone with a few carved shelves holding clay cups and folded hides.
It was simple.
Primitive.
But warm.
Lin Huahua was placed carefully on the softest part of the fur bedding. The moment her tiny paws sank into the thick fur, she felt a little better. It was like landing inside a warm nest.
Feng Yiren crouched near her and stared.
Lin Huahua stared back.
He slowly reached one finger toward her side.
"No," Lin Huahua warned.
He touched her anyway.
She squeaked.
Feng Yiren's eyes lit up.
Lin Huahua knew danger had arrived.
"Feng Yiren, stop that," she said, backing away across the fur.
He followed with one finger, poking gently near her side again. "You are ticklish in this form too."
"I said stop."
"You sound even angrier when you are tiny."
"I will bite you."
"You already did."
"I will bite harder."
