(The baby was diagnosed with hand, foot, and mouth disease and herpangina. He vomited until he nearly went into shock. We went to two hospitals before Jinan Children's Hospital finally confirmed it. Today, the child's fever finally broke, and I could finally rest easy.)
Hearing Basham's seemingly complimentary words, the Beast Control Elder's face, like dried bark, showed no reaction. He merely stared at Basham with his clouded eyes for several seconds.
"I really don't know why the Clan Leader sent you with us."
There was not the slightest hint of courtesy in his words. After speaking, he turned away and raised the bone whistle again.
"Woo~~"
The desolate sound rang out clearly at that moment.
"You! Why did you sound the bone whistle?!"
Basham's expression changed drastically. He even forced down the resentment that had just risen within him.
Yet the elder ignored Basham, continuing to play the bone whistle in his mouth.
As the desolate whistle blended into the wind and drifted into the distance, the Wolf Pack, which had been trudging forward as if it had lost its mind, changed at once.
Looking closely, their movements had become even swifter!
"That will expose our direction!" Basham said angrily, reaching out to grab him.
But an aged hand struck Basham precisely on the wrist from the side.
Basham, who could even stand against Isaiah for a moment in the White Armor Tribe, was caught off guard and had his hand slapped away.
The elder's aged, clouded eyes now gleamed with the fierce light of a hawk.
"Basham, since when did you have the nerve to act so recklessly before us?!"
The rustling sounds in the air came to an abrupt halt.
The other three turned around at the same time.
In an instant, four gazes pierced toward