Qiao An cradled the Little Fox's singed tail, her heart aching. Her fingertips gently brushed over the tuft of charred fur, and she wished she could bite every last one of those clueless mutts from the Wangwang Team to death.
"I give you all the kibble you can eat, with no shortage of canned food and freeze-dried treats, and you just had to go and pick a fight with that pheasant!"
Her voice trembled with anger. She snatched up a tree branch and chased the dogs for three whole streets. The chaotic mess of chicken feathers scattered across the ground was a silent testament to the ferocity of the fiasco.
"Who do you think you are? You think you're worthy of catching a pheasant? Was that just some ordinary pheasant?" she seethed, pointing at the colorful feathers left on the ground. "That's a Class II protected species!"
