Touched by the young female's concern, a clear smile spread across Yuan Lang's face. "Don't worry, I'm fine."
"The hunt was a joint effort between three tribes. We looked out for each other, so there were no deaths."
He then briefly told Wu Yue about the Fierce Beast hunt, but he skipped over the dangerous parts.
Wu Yue, of course, saw the scars on the Beastman's arms and cheeks, but since he said it wasn't dangerous, she didn't press the matter.
She just took some more medicinal powder from the small basket beside her and handed it to him. "Take this powder and distribute it to the injured Beastman Warriors."
Then, she looked at him and asked, "Do you guys have enough food?"
Yuan Lang raised an eyebrow. "Beastman Warriors don't go hungry."
Nearby, Blue Fatty, who had been eavesdropping with its butt in the air, immediately lifted its chubby head. "AWOO AWOO."
