As for food, Leo had an inexplicable obsession.
Perhaps, it was an injury from his youth that he would spend his life trying to make up for.
The little guy had been hurt by an animal trap and starved for several days. Once his injury healed, he was either eating or on his way to eat.
Even when being mischievous and playing tricks, he always had to have something in his mouth.
Now seeing mom and dad eating delicious food, how could he not be anxious?
Not doing a direct speed descent was a sign of respect for life.
His short legs busily scrambled, releasing his claws a little more than a meter above the ground, tumbling and scrambling toward Great Bai, bleating non-stop.
Little Cub was different, gracefully climbing down and cuddling up to Jiaojiao, licking a bite with his tongue, smacking his lips disapprovingly, and then burying his head in Jiaojiao's belly to start eating heartily.
