As soon as morning broke, the Crimson tribe’s hunting party began packing up to continue their journey. Zale estimated that it would take them about three to four more days to reach the tribe.

Walter walked while using a toothbrush to clean his teeth. Aaron, having forgotten his pain after a good sleep, started hovering around Walter again, helping him carry his water pouch. He refused multiple times to no avail, so Walter had to let Aaron be.

Christian looked at Walter’s complexion, noticing it was even paler than yesterday, and couldn’t help but step forward and say: "How about I carry you? My claws are a bit dull, but I still have enough strength to carry a Sub-Beast. Your wound seems to have gotten worse."

Walter spat out the water he was using to rinse his mouth, wiped his face and mouth with an animal skin cloth, and then replied to Christian: "Thank you, but there is no need. We will be back at the tribe in a few days, and by then Kae... the High Priest will treat me."

He originally intended to say Kaelen, but as the words reached his lips, Walter corrected himself just in time. Christian was still not very reassured; he hesitated for a moment and then deliberately fell behind to wait for Anthony. Anthony walked up from behind, his gaze sweeping past Christian, and was about to continue walking past him when Christian suddenly called out:

"Hey, are you Walter’s lover?"

Anthony’s four tiger paws suddenly lost control; they stepped on each other, causing his body to stumble and nearly fall flat on his face. He steadied himself, his heart pounding like a drum. What was Christian talking about? Who was whose lover? Nonsense!

Annoyed, Anthony bared his fangs at Christian: "Who is lovers with him? If you speak any more nonsense, I will bite you to death!"

Christian frowned, truly unable to understand this tiger’s thought process. The possessiveness Anthony had for Walter was obvious even to someone who had just joined the team like Christian; could it be that he had thought wrong?

Anthony prioritized taking care of that seemingly weaker Rabbit clan Sub-Beast; could it be that that was the person Anthony liked?

Incorrect! Christian shook his head. As an observant beastman, he absolutely did not see how Anthony liked that Rabbit clan Sub-Beast, because Anthony’s gaze was always fixed on Walter. If any beastman walked within two steps of Walter, they would be pierced by Anthony’s glare.

Furthermore, Christian was certain of one thing: Walter liked Anthony, and he even assumed that this couple was just sulking with each other. Tsk, how confusing...

"Ah, so you are not? I am sorry, I thought you two were lovers. I was going to tell you to give me the prey you are carrying so you could carry Walter. His wound has gotten worse."

As soon as he finished speaking, Anthony’s tiger face pressed close to Christian’s, his tiger eyes widening like bronze bells: "Who did you say is injured?"

Christian looked dumbfounded: "Huh? Walter! He is injured, didn’t you know? That doesn’t make sense, you stared at him for so long and didn’t realize he was injured?!"

Christian’s last syllable pitched high, looking at Anthony as if he were an idiot. Finally, he understood; this stupid tiger completely did not know that he liked the other person and the other person liked him too, yet Anthony kept walking close to another Sub-Beast, causing their relationship to freeze over. He decisively rolled his eyes at Anthony, silently cursed "idiot," and then hurried towards Walter.

The words "he is injured" struck the top of Anthony’s head like a sledgehammer. Ever since the day of their argument, Walter had always intentionally walked at the edge of the group, maintaining a safe distance from all the Crimson tribe beastmen, especially Anthony. Everyone had minor wounds after the battle with the magic wolves, and the smell of blood mixed with medicine created a confusing scent, so no one noticed that Walter was injured.

Anthony was extremely remorseful. He had seen Walter change into a different shirt that day, and he had also smelled the faint scent of blood and medicine when approaching Walter and Zale. He had thought Walter changed his shirt because he was covered in magic beast blood, and that the medicine smell belonged to Zale. It turned out the injured person was Walter!

Christian hadn’t taken more than a few steps before a white blur brushed past him. By the time he recovered his senses, Anthony had already shifted into his human form, blocking Walter’s path. Aaron had already tucked his tail and hidden behind the legs of an elderly beastman from their tribe. He was truly speechless at that Fox. Aaron was clearly a beastman, yet he was more cowardly than a mouse.

"Walter... are you injured?" Anthony’s voice trembled, his large hand reaching out mid-air wanting to touch him, but not daring to land. His panicked gaze swept over Walter’s pale complexion, remorse surging in his chest: "Why... didn’t you tell me?"

Anthony’s questioning tone, laced with distress, was a bit loud, attracting everyone’s attention. The Crimson beastmen only just realized it in astonishment. They unanimously stopped in their tracks and gathered around Walter to ask how he was doing. Caleb, who had been put down by Andrew along with the group of new tribe Sub-Beasts, ground his teeth in anger.

Anthony’s thoughts had originally been stirred by Caleb, but due to the appearance of these newcomers, his attention was placed back on Walter. All of Caleb’s secret efforts during this time were considered wasted. Failing to get close to the beastman warriors meant having no chance to interact with the higher-ups of the Crimson tribe. If he could not dig up any useful information, what awaited him was death.

On the other side, Walter was slightly stunned by Anthony’s questioning, and then his face turned cold: "It has nothing to do with you!"

He looked at the group surrounding him and forced a smile: "I am fine, I won’t delay the journey, everyone just continue on the way."

"No!" Anthony said loudly: "Your complexion is too poor, has the wound gotten infected? Let me see it quickly."

Panicked, Walter tightly hugged his waist, dodging Anthony’s reaching hand. Was this idiot planning to strip off his shirt right in front of the crowd?

At this moment, the Sub-Beast responsible for taking care of the little Silver Fox suddenly spoke up: "Let me check him, I know how to heal."

Zale, at the front of the group, had also made his way over. Hearing this, he immediately said: "Then we will trouble you. Walter, go back there so he can check your wound, don’t let anything happen before we return to the tribe."

Walter nodded, leading the other Sub-Beast behind a large ancient tree. Andrew and another striped Tiger beastman stood with their backs to them, silently standing guard. Anthony looked at Zale with red eyes: "Why didn’t you tell me he was injured?"

Zale sneered with full contempt: "Did you let me speak? Who was it that jumped up when they saw me supporting Walter? You even pointed right at Walter’s face and scolded him for not knowing his boundaries. Why should I tell a simple-minded, all-brawn-and-no-brains idiot like you?"

Anthony was furious enough to twist his mouth, but not a single word Zale said was wrong, so he could only dejectedly lower his head. At this time, the newcomers also understood the reason why the two Sub-Beasts in this group were treated worlds apart.

Colton, the most sharp-tongued Sub-Beast among the newcomers, suddenly opened his mouth to mock:

"Oh, I was wondering why Walter was walking so far away from everyone, it turns out he was scolded by someone for having no sense of shame. But I find it strange. They are both Sub-Beasts, yet that intact Rabbit clan guy without a single scratch gets carried on a beastman’s back, and constantly sticks close to the beastmen, so why hasn’t anyone among you had any objections to that?"

All eyes focused on the Crimson tribe beastmen, causing everyone’s faces to turn bright red. A Leopard clan beastman mumbled softly: "But Walter is very strong..."

Colton immediately pouted: "But he is a Sub-Beast. Even if he is stronger than you beastmen, he is still a Sub-Beast! Just because he is strong doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to hurt!"

Christian tugged at Colton’s arm, gesturing for him to stop talking. Colton coldly snorted and turned his face away, no longer looking at these foolish people. He had made up his mind; once they reached a safe place, he absolutely would not let his clansmen join Crimson. Spending time with these stupid tigers for a long time, their group might just become stupid as well.

While everyone was arguing, behind the tree trunk, Walter was biting his teeth tightly to let the other Sub-Beast treat his wound. The Sub-Beast bandaged it while saying: "Your medicine is good medicine. It is a pity that you have been busy these past few days and aggravated the wound, luckily it is only a little swollen and hasn’t festered yet."

That Sub-Beast was around the same age as Walter’s Papa, so he treated Walter like his own offspring. He couldn’t help but lightly scold: "You, tell me, why would a Sub-Beast roll around with those beastmen? When they get injured, they might heal without even applying medicine, but we Sub-Beasts are different, if you are not careful you could even lose your life..."

Hearing the Sub-Beast’s nagging, Walter felt as if he were looking at his Papa, and his eye sockets stung slightly. He sniffled and said: "I am not content to sit at home, I just want to do something to contribute to the tribe." He wanted to learn from Kaelen, proving his own worth, not wanting to sit still in the future and let others pluck his wing feathers.

The Sub-Beast sighed and shook his head. He didn’t understand the mindset of the youth, but after several days of observation, he had to admit that Walter was unlike other Sub-Beasts. He had sharp thinking and talents no less than a beastman; if he only lingered around the tribe making handicrafts or digging for wild vegetables, it would indeed be a huge waste.

"Done. From now on, do not engage in strenuous physical activity, this wound cannot withstand any more torment."

The Sub-Beast helped Walter pull his shirt down, and the two walked out together. Andrew and the guarding beastman stood very close to them, so they clearly heard every word the two had spoken. Andrew hurriedly ran over, fawningly saying to Walter:

"Walter, shall I carry you? Don’t listen to that idiot Anthony spouting nonsense, we don’t mind how you are at all. Truly!"

The other beastman also said: "That’s right, we don’t mind one bit. Are you thirsty, shall I get some water for you?"

The others also huddled closer, vying to express their friendliness towards Walter. Walter looked through the crowd of beastmen toward Anthony, no longer seeing the anger in his eyes when he stood near other beastmen like before. He lowered his eyelashes, smiling bitterly.

He had already said he didn’t care anymore, so why did he keep minding the way Anthony looked at him. Anyway, he only liked soft and gentle beastmen like Caleb...