A creature flying through the air... What race was that?
Little Oak Owl? Her wings looked a little sparkly.
Following Little Oak Owl's gaze, Moon Bear finally "saw" the elf beside her. The elf had clearly used some kind of skill that made nearby creatures directly overlook her existence.
Ah, a wild Zhuri!
The druid came to a complete stop and stared at the elf. Sensing her gaze, the elf glanced back at her, then pretended not to know her and turned away to keep walking.
The druid sighed inwardly. Were creatures outside really this kind? That lunatic still hadn't been beaten to death?
Little Oak Owl glanced back at the huge bear, who stood half a head taller than even Zhuri. The bear had a pair of heavily branched antlers growing from her honest-looking bear head. Her moon-white fur was fluffy, looking soft enough to lie on, and there was a white magical pattern right in the center of her belly.
When the big bear looked at her again, Yu Xunge smiled at her and was about to look away.
Unexpectedly, the bear suddenly asked, "What race are you? Are you an oak owl?"
Yu Xunge didn't actually know either, but Zhuri always called her an oak owl. Still, her wings clearly looked different from Kaladom's red curls.
She thought for a moment and decided to give herself some lore. Raising her chin, she put on a solemn expression and told the big bear, "Yes. A shiny oak owl. Very rare. Friend, you're very lucky."
Druid:...
Zhuri turned back and gave the druid a provocative smile. "Friend, you're very lucky."
Even as she said that, she never stopped walking.
Little Oak Owl waved at the big bear, then continued circling Zhuri as she flew, pressing her on whether every