Before she could protest, Jela felt herself landing on a back with thick velvet. The owner of the back turned his head and looked at it gently and indulgently.
Claire patted Jera's head gently: "Why are you still dazed? Hurry up and help daddy lick his fur! This way his wounds will recover faster."
Looking at the tiny wounds on Pascal's body, Jela was dumbfounded.
This... do you really want it to lick it? It can't do this kind of licking thing, can it? Jela looked at Claire for help, but Claire didn’t understand what it was thinking. She thought that Jela had never licked anyone else’s fur for fear of hurting Pascal. She smiled gently and reassured: "Don't worry, Master Pascal will not blame you for licking him painfully. In our tribe, only the closest people are allowed to lick each other's hair. If you do it for Pascal He will definitely be very happy if you lick his fur, be good, come on."
Happy? What a pleasure it is to have a wet tongue swiping all over your body! It’s good if you don’t get scared, okay
If it were placed in Jela's previous life, this kind of behavior would be naked sexual harassment!
Jela turned her head and was about to refuse righteously, but she met Pascal's expectant eyes. Pascal had never looked at it with such a look. It was like a puppy that had just returned from an adventure for its owner and was waiting for praise from the owner. It was unbearable to refuse.
-After all, this lion has just escaped death. Is it too unkind to refuse his request now
—Isn’t it just licking fur? Although this kind of behavior is a bit too weird in the human world, it is very normal for small animals!
Jela kept building up in his own mind, then took a deep breath and buried his head in the down on Pascal's back resignedly. When the pink and tender tongue gently swept across Pascal's back, the big lion narrowed his eyes happily.
Speaking of which, this was the first time Jela was willing to take the initiative to get close to him. In the past, didn't this little heartless boy wish he could hide away when he saw him? Pascal never thought that showing weakness in front of his adopted son would have such a good effect.
In fact, Pascal didn't feel any pain. An injury of this degree was really nothing to him, but if he could get close to Jela in exchange for it, it seemed like a good idea. Should he pretend to be in pain and let the little lion continue to care about him and get close to him in the next few days
Pascal's body lay on the ground, resting his head comfortably and enjoying his adopted son's care for him. His ears moved according to the movements of the little lion on his body, and he seemed to have a strange sense of joy.
The little lion couldn't see the happy expression of the big lion. When he found that the big lion suddenly lay down, he panicked. Is it too heavy and crushed his cheap dad? Or was it because Pascal was so injured that he finally couldn't hold on anymore and passed out
"Claire, Claire! Look how Pascal is doing? Has he fainted?" There was a hint of crying in the little lion's soft voice.
Claire stood aside with a black line: "It's okay, don't worry about little Jera, Master Pascal is fine, it doesn't matter if you lick it harder."
-Really, when did Lord Pascal become such a rogue? It's clear that there's nothing wrong, but who are you showing this look to
However, seeing that her master had just escaped from death, Claire decided to let him enjoy Jira's care for a little longer without exposing him.
"Is it really okay?"
Jela stepped on Pascal's back with a flesh pad and moved her body carefully. The steady vibrations caused by the big lion's breathing were heard under its paws, and Jela breathed a sigh of relief.
—It doesn’t sound like it’s very painful.
Jela finally let go of her hanging heart and continued to lick Pascal's wounds.
There were a lot of small wounds on Pascal's body, and he licked them all the way. A series of saliva marks followed behind Jela. It looked at those saliva marks and its face turned red involuntarily. This... always feels like it's an insult to Pascal.
However, when it saw the broken branch stuck in the wound in front of it, the blush on Jera's face all faded away. It began to carefully pick out the broken strips while licking Pascal's wounds. Even though it had tried its best to move as gently as possible, it could still feel a slight vibration coming from under its claws every time it pulled the broken piece out of its flesh.
It must hurt, Jela thought. However, this person never knew how to cry out in pain. Even if you are injured or bleeding, you will just endure it silently, huddle in a safe place, and wait for the wound to heal.
Before this incident, Jela never knew that he was such a soft-hearted person, and he never knew that Pascal's influence on him had become so great unknowingly.
After treating Pascal's wounds, Jela jumped off his back, swung his tail and walked forward. He remembered that he had just seen a herb in this cave, which might be able to help Pascal as soon as possible. Recover from injuries. Thinking of the hairless and bleeding area on Pascal's back, Jela felt irritable.
The moment Jela jumped off Pascal's back, Pascal, who was already "sleeping", immediately shook his mane, stood up energetically, and looked at Claire doubtfully: "Jera, go and do it. what?"
"How do I know!" Claire said angrily: "However, it can be seen that it is very worried about you. Mr. Pascal, your body is obviously fine, why do you pretend to be so pitiful in front of little Jera? You are simply bullying little Jera!"
"I didn't intend to bully it, I was just cultivating a relationship with it." Pascal was in a good mood and didn't care at all about Khalil's accusations against him: "You know, I usually act too strong and serious. , which is not conducive to the closeness between me and my adopted son."
"Whatever you say, anyway, I don't allow you to bully little Jela - don't deny it in a hurry, you are bullying little Jela by making it sad!" Seeing Jela coming back with her little tail wagging, Claire lowered her voice The voice sounded: "You'd better 'get well' as soon as possible, otherwise, be careful I expose you in front of Jela!"
"You are really a terrible subordinate, Claire. Not only do you not help your boss solve his problems, but you also learned to threaten your poor boss who was just injured." Pascal talked lively with Claire As he spoke, he quickly lay back down with a sluggish expression.
He is a good father who knows how to care for his son. He has to give his son a chance to show off, right
It's time to eat, and the aroma of steaming meat fills the cave, making all the hungry orcs and sub-animals' nostrils twitch.
These days, everyone's appetite is not very good. They are sad for their hometown that was buried in the flood, worried about the wise men who don't know whether they are alive or dead, and confused about the future survival conditions of the tribe and themselves. Various factors caused everyone's mood to be low. Even the delicious broth has no taste in their mouths.
But things are different now. The wise man is back, and the clan leader has become more reliable, pointing out the way forward for everyone. The haze that has been shrouding everyone's hearts has dissipated a lot, and everyone is in the mood to taste delicious food.
Everyone did not bring pots with them when they fled, only some food and water. But the survivability of the orc tribe is obviously very strong. In just a short time, they had already made a stone pot using local materials in the cave.
There was a fire burning underneath the stone pot, and smoke was rising from the pot. Smelling the aroma in the pot, everyone swallowed involuntarily and gathered around.
Since the flood had not yet passed, the food everyone brought with them on the road was limited. Without knowing how many days they would have to rely on the food and water in their hands to survive, the clan leader did not dare to let people cook too much food. In fact, the amount of food in the pot is just enough for everyone to fill their stomachs. It is impossible to be full.
Therefore, every time it’s meal time, everyone rushes to the pot to grab food. If you arrive late, you may be hungry.
Jera did not join the team grabbing food a few days ago. The food Claire grabbed, plus some of the food they brought with them, was enough for the two of them. But now, there is still a large patient at home waiting to be fed, so he can no longer passively slow down his work. Jela raised his right front paw and shook it, then lowered his body, although he was preparing to sprint.
Pascal has never seen Jela like this before, and he only thinks that such a lively Jela is quite cute.
He asked Claire next to him: "What does the little guy's action mean?"
"I don't know, Jera always makes weird moves sometimes." Claire shook her head and made a random guess: "Maybe it's cheering itself up? Oh, I don't know."
As soon as the lid of the pot was lifted, the little lion rushed over like an arrow. Taking advantage of its small size, it nimbly shuttled between the orcs and sub-animals, and soon arrived in front of the pot.
When the little lion walked up to where Pascal was with a bowl full of hot broth and tipped his head on him to let him eat, Pascal couldn't bear it anymore and took the little lion into his arms. inside.
"Stop, the broth is going to spill!"
Claire heard Jela's cry, and just when she turned around, she saw a strange scene: her adult was holding a little lion in his arms, and the little lion was trying hard to raise its two front paws, carefully holding a little lion. A crumbling stone bowl.
"Pfft!" Claire couldn't help laughing: "Master Pascal, little Jera, what are you doing?"
Jera's eyes never left the stone bowl between its paws. Hearing Claire's joking voice, he said angrily: "Stop laughing, Claire, come here and help!"
In the end, Pascal only drank a small part of the bowl of broth that Jela grabbed, and the other half went into Jela's stomach.
Claire finished eating the last piece of dried meat in her hand, stuffed Jela into her lapel, and walked to the entrance of the cave with Pascal.
"What are you going to do? It's still raining heavily outside." The clan leader stopped them at the entrance of the cave.
"We plan to go out to find some food." Pascal said: "The floods may not recede in the next few days, but we have no food anymore. I can't let my children and subordinates starve with me."
The clan leader noticed the shortage of food and water, but he still stopped him and said, "This is too dangerous."
"Believe me, this is just a hunt for us." After saying that, Pascal and Claire ran quickly together, and after a while, their figures disappeared into the rain.