Across the Seasonal River, a reconnaissance cavalry came galloping from afar: "[Herde Language] Beast Whisperer! Beast Whisperer! There are more flocks, herds, and carts coming!"
Bell took off the bone whistle and gently blew it, sending a strange sound in all directions.
From the cart with the canopy at the rear end of the cavalry, a giant lion, larger than a buffalo calf, unwillingly crawled out.
The lion was as spiritual as a person being woken from a lazy sleep, first stretching its paws on the ground and raising its rear to give a vigorous stretch, then opening its massive jaws with a yawn, sleepily surveying the surroundings.
Bell dismounted and walked forward, gently rubbing the little one's face: "Alright, alright, perk up, it's time to work! Do you want to eat meat or not?"
The little one grumbled a few times, took a deep breath, and let out a deafening, terrifying roar into the sky.
