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Mo Wen cautiously approached the nest and finally got a clear view of the situation inside. The large Beast lay there, severely injured, its body covered in wounds. The blood from its injuries had already begun to congeal, and a fatal gash marred its neck. It lay motionless, clearly dead. The small, furry creature beside it was likely the Beast's cub, continuously nudging its mother with its head, though it was evident that she could no longer respond.
As Mo Wen observed the scene, memories of his own mother flooded back to him—those dreams were real. He believed that his mother had fought fiercely to protect him against enemies. Now, having been saved by Old Lu, he feared that his own family might not be faring well. Overcome with sorrow, Mo Wen reached out to touch the small Beast.
"Your mother is gone. Come with me," he said softly as he picked up the cub, only to realize that it too bore serious injuries—deep gashes from sharp teeth, clearly inflicted by the Wolf Beasts outside. Blood continued to seep from its wounds. He took out some healing ointment he always carried and treated the Little Guy's injuries as best as he could before making his way out of the cave.
The Little Guy's eyes remained fixed on the cave entrance, emitting soft whimpers that sounded like cries. Mo Wen looked back at the cave and said, "Alright, your mother protected you like this. My mother must have done the same for me." He gently set the cub down and moved some large stones to block the cave entrance. He also covered it with dirt from the mountainside, giving the mother Beast a proper burial. Afterward, he tossed the corpse of a wolf into a distant valley so that any Beast attracted by the Blood Stench would not disturb the blocked cave but would instead head toward the valley.
He returned to pick up the furry cub again. "Let's go. I've buried your mother. From now on, we'll look after each other."
Instead of heading directly back to the wooden cabin in the woods, Mo Wen went to a hot spring in the back mountains for a bath. He cleaned off the blood from Little Guy and treated its wounds. The cub was about a foot long—neither quite wolf nor bear but resembling a Mastiff with its entirely black fur tinged with purple.
"I'll call you Xiao Hei," Mo Wen decided as he cradled Little Guy and made his way toward the small wooden cabin on the front mountain.
"Mo, what have you brought back?" Old Lu asked when he saw Mo Wen carrying a furry bundle.
"I found this injured one while out today and brought it back," Mo Wen replied. "Old Lu, can you take a look at what kind of Beast this is?" He didn’t share all the details with Old Lu; he simply let him examine Xiao Hei.
"I don’t recognize it; it might just be an ordinary Beast. Are you planning to raise it to eat?" Old Lu asked with a hint of skepticism.
"Old Lu, Xiao Hei is not for eating..." Mo Wen then recounted everything that had happened.
"Well then, as you said, you two are kindred spirits now. You can keep it; even if it's just an ordinary Beast, at least you'll have some company," Old Lu said awkwardly after hearing Mo Wen's story.
To help Xiao Hei recover quickly, Mo Wen devoted himself to caring for it during this time—using various healing herbs both internally and externally. He even made soup for Xiao Hei from time to time. Gradually, Little Guy's health improved and it grew stronger.
"Mo, if you keep feeding it like this, you'll end up with a fat Beast," Old Lu expressed his concerns, noting that lately Mo Wen seemed entirely focused on this little cub and hadn’t developed any new dishes in quite some time.
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