The next day.

“Darned leopard, get downstairs and cook!”

In the densely foliaged forest where the sun was blocked out, a girl’s roar broke the morning’s tranquility.

A leopard squirmed out of the hay on the tree branch as he was chased out of the nest. Yet, his tail was sticking high up, exuding a gleeful air.

Irina wrapped herself cozily with the blanket and seethed with anger.

So embarrassing. Winston must have heard us yesterday. Ah! How am I going to face him?

“Meow~”

The little cubs had awoken as well. They were scurrying inside the blanket, searching for their mommy’s body with the help of their noses.

Irina...