The floating orcs have been expelled to the outside of the tribe and detained in the nearby area. The orcs have not relaxed their vigilance and guard the tribal territory closely every day.
Once a sanctuary, the cave is once again filled with females. They look forward to the males biting and fighting in the rain.
The tiger males are all full of energy and bravery, which is favored by females.
The single wolf beast, who joined the tribe as a captive, also joined in, pushing this pairing activity to the tribe tide.
"Gaga --"
a Green Peacock flies through the sky. Its wet feathers make it look a little bit down, no longer magnificent in sunny weather.
However, the bright colors attracted the attention of the females.
"Look, there's a big bird up there."
"How big! Hello! Whoever you can catch this big bird, I will choose to be my partner." Cried a young female.
The males of the tiger clan were stunned, and there was no movement. The wolves, who were unknown, were eager to try and think about how to catch birds.
"GOOGOO ~" the peacock turned his eyes.
The tiger clan leader came to the female with a smile on his face and explained: "he is not a wild one, but also a male of the tribe, a peacock beast."
"Ah!" The requesting female was surprised.
Females are more interested in peacocks, but Alva only glances at them and flies away with a string of red fruits.
"Does he have a partner?" Asked a female.
The patriarch said: "no, it should be a female with a heart."
Knowing this, the females can only give up if they like it.
Alva flew all the way to Edgar's tree hole. He rested on the branch from afar and walked by step by step.
He left quietly, but unfortunately, there was a gust of wind, blowing the branches, "Hua La" shook off the big pean drops.
"Edgar, is that you?" The female's inquiry in the tree hole.
"Goo ~" Alva immediately fixed his paws.
Molly sits idly in the grass nest. Her stomach hurts. She touches Mo's slightly long stomach and stands up.
She still had only one partner, because the child, the eagle beast she had been interested in, failed to get married immediately, and later became the partner of other females.
The tribe now has too many females.
Molly's mood is extremely depressed. She is a female. Once Edgar goes out, she can only stay alone.
For a female with a cub, her partner is clearly not enough.
However, Molly didn't accept her partner casually to improve her life. She was firm and willing to take charge of her partner for a lifetime and never release any partner.
So, she plans to wait for the males of other races to join in, and then slowly choose from them.
Alva listened to the heavy footsteps in the tree hole, his heart was flustered, and he flapped his wings without thinking.
"Poopoopoopoo" was wet by the rain wings beat up, the sound is particularly loud.
Molly didn't see the peacock's shadow, so she guessed the identity of the visitor when she heard the voice.
"Alva?" Molly said in surprise.
Only Alva's ornate wings make such a loud noise, beautiful and beautiful, but with the contrast of the eagles, his wings are not strong.
"GA -" Alva paused in the air.
Molly went to the hole of the tree and saw the fruit in his claws. She stared round. "Fruit? When Edgar comes back from hunting every day, he will find food on the branch. Did you put it?"