"Is Tania doing alright? You still have to take care of him, and by that time, the food distributed within the tribe will definitely not be enough. Even if you head south, you will not find enough prey to feed your mate. He is so fragile, will he be able to withstand the hunger and the harshness of the journey?"
Dante thought of his small mate who had just secretly saved food for him, Tania's face pale from malnutrition, and Dante felt a bit of bitterness and pain in his heart.
That Silver-winged Snake, Dante had fought with it and knew its strength was very formidable, standing at the top of the food chain. If even it had difficulty feeding its mate and had to frustratingly submit to the Vampire Bat tribe, then what was Dante?
One could imagine how harsh the outside environment was; to be able to force the Silver-winged Snake to this extent was absolutely not simple.
