Chapter 148: An Unseen Threat

The afternoon sun filtered through the dense, emerald canopy of the Thousand Fang territory, casting dappled light across the clearing.

Hóng Yè sat on a low, moss-covered log, his arms crossed tightly over his chest and his bushy red tail swishing with a steady, irritated rhythm. At seventeen, the Red Panda had officially accepted his permanent, highly stressful role as the designated supervisor of chaos.

“Don’t go past the marked trees!” Hóng Yè barked, narrowing his amber eyes at the blur of fur and scales tumbling through the tall grass.

“We know, grumpy brother!” Yòu Lín’s voice echoed back cheerfully.

It had been three days since Tao Zi’s emotional breakdown in the center of the village. The revelation that the small, silent boy was the last surviving heir of the Jade Jaguar Clan had put the entire tribe on high alert.

Even Dà Jiāo Huǒ, the terrifying, ancient Dragon King who had officially declared himself Zhēn’s grandfather, had been forced to leave. A sudden, coordinated attack on the lower ridges of the Dragon Peaks had required the Burning Sky’s immediate return to the celestial realm. He had left with deep reluctance, but not before making it abundantly clear what would happen if a single hair on his granddaughter’s head was harmed.

Without the massive, ancient dragon looming over the village, the cubs had quickly resumed their usual, terrifying levels of energy.

“Look, Yòu Lín! I found a shiny!”

Glimmer, the sweet dragon with scales the color of new leaves, bounced excitedly through the ferns. She was currently in her smallest form, her green wings fluttering happily as she presented a remarkably smooth, glittering river stone to the ten-year-old fox kit.

“Whoa, that’s almost as shiny as Uncle Sparkles!” Yòu Lín gasped, his orange ears standing straight up. He took the stone, grinning at the baby dragon. “We should put it in our secret snack stash!”

“The best cave is the snack cave!” Glimmer cheered, doing a happy little spin that made her tail smack into a nearby tree trunk.

A few feet away, Ruì Xuě was currently trying, and failing, to regain his dignity. The nine-year-old Snow Leopard cub was hiding his flushed face behind his hands, completely unable to look at Miao Miao. Ever since the boisterous panther cub had planted a massive kiss on his cheek for freezing the River-Snapper, Ruì Xuě had been malfunctioning.

“Are you still buffering, Snowball?” Xiao Hei snickered, poking Ruì Xuě in the ribs.

“Leave him alone,” A-Li added, though he was grinning. “His soul is still trying to find its way back to his body.”

“I am practicing my tactical awareness!” Ruì Xuě squeaked defensively, his fluffy white tail puffing up.

Meanwhile, slightly removed from the loudest part of the group, Tao Zi sat on a wide, flat rock. The five-year-old jaguar cub had his knees pulled to his chest. He was clean now, his dark curls no longer matted with swamp mud, but he still watched the tree line with the intense, hyper-vigilant gaze of a creature expecting an ambush.

“You look like a grumpy thundercloud.”

Tao Zi blinked, his eyes snapping forward.

Zhēn, with her bright white hair and her mother’s brilliant amethyst eyes, casually plopped down on the rock right beside him.

Tao Zi tensed, but he didn’t move away. “I am monitoring the perimeter,” he muttered, his voice raspy.

“Hóng Yè is monitoring the perimeter,” Zhēn pointed out, swinging her legs. “You are just brooding. Like Papa Han Shān does when Uncle Zhāo Yàn talks too much.”

Tao Zi scowled, looking away. “I am not brooding. I am a fierce warrior of the jungle. I bit a vulture.”

“I know you did! It was very impressive,” Zhēn beamed. Then, without any warning, she reached into the small woven pouch at her waist and pulled out a bright, glowing pink water-lily, the exact same kind of flower Miao Miao had been trying to pick before the mud-turtle attacked.

She aggressively shoved the flower directly behind Tao Zi’s ear.

Tao Zi froze completely.

“There,” Zhēn giggled, clapping her hands together. “Now you are a fierce warrior with a pretty flower. Very intimidating.”

Tao Zi’s jaw dropped. For a split second, the hardened, edgy survivor persona completely evaporated. A violent, scorching blush exploded across his cheeks, turning the tips of his rounded jaguar ears bright pink.

“I—you—” Tao Zi stammered, his hands flying up as if he didn’t know whether to protect his face or rip the flower away. He stared at her bright, mischievous purple eyes, his tiny heart doing a frantic, traitorous flip in his chest. “I am not—flowers are not for warriors!”

“It looks good on you!” Yòu Lín yelled from across the clearing, having abandoned his shiny rock to spectate the romance.

“He’s blushing!” A-Li cackled.

Tao Zi looked like he wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole. He glared at Zhēn, though there was no real heat in it. “I am going to throw this in the river,” he mumbled, though his hand made absolutely no move to take the flower out of his hair.

Zhēn just laughed, a bright, bubbly sound that made Tao Zi’s blush deepen even further.

On his log, Hóng Yè let out a long, heavy sigh. He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. “Great Spirit, give me strength,” the red panda teenager muttered. “Now there are two of them. We are going to have another buffering snow cat situation on our hands.”

Hóng Yè opened his mouth to tell Yòu Lín and Glimmer to stop antagonizing the flustered jaguar.

But the words never left his throat.

Hóng Yè’s amber ears suddenly swiveled forward, snapping to rigid attention. The hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up.

The jungle had gone completely, utterly silent. The birds had stopped singing. The wind had died.

THWACK.

A massive, jagged, black-feathered arrow buried itself three inches deep into the trunk of the iron-wood tree, vibrating violently just a fraction of an inch from Zhēn’s head.

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