Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Chapter 06: Second Beast Husband, Han Jue !!

When Su Qinglan, who was returning to her cave, heard the urgent cries, her steps slowed. Something bad had happened. She could ignore it, go back, and pretend she hadn’t heard a thing, but that would be stupid.

In this kind of world, danger wasn’t a rare event, it was an everyday hazard. If she wanted to live here, she couldn’t lock herself away like some hermit and expect trouble to leave her alone. She needed to understand the tribe, their people, and their problems.

So, with curiosity and a healthy dose of caution, she followed the rush of footsteps toward the main center of the tribe.

The moment she arrived, a heavy, metallic stench slammed into her nose. Blood.

Su Qinglan’s stomach gave a sharp twist. She had smelled blood more times than she could count in the apocalypse, but here... in this beast woman’s body... her sense of smell was sharper.

It was as if the scent clawed at the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow against the sudden discomfort.

Pushing through the crowd, she caught sight of the scene. Several warriors lay sprawled on the ground, their bodies smeared with dirt and blood.

"Stop the bleeding, quickly! If it doesn’t stop, he’ll be called to the Beast God soon!" someone shouted, panic cracking their voice.

Some females were kneeling beside the injured, crying. Others ran back and forth carrying furs, water, or anything that might help.

Su Qinglan’s sharp eyes swept over them. She noticed that among the wounded, some weren’t foxes. A couple were clearly from other beast species, but most bore the familiar fox traits of the tribe.

And then her gaze landed on one in particular, an arctic wolf.

He was the most badly injured of them all, lying motionless with his eyes shut. Several beastmen crouched beside him, frantically trying to press furs against the wound on his side. Blood kept seeping through, staining everything a deep crimson.

From the scattered words of the crowd, she pieced it together: the tribe’s witch had gone with several beastmen to exchange salt, leaving them more vulnerable than usual. Everything would have been fine... until the group of evil ferocious beasts attacked out of nowhere.

Su Qinglan’s brow furrowed.

She shoved her way to the front, ignoring the startled looks, and knelt down beside the arctic wolf. His breathing was shallow, and his skin felt cold even under the heat of the blood. If no one did something, he wouldn’t last much longer.

Not with blood loss like this.

Her hands tightened. In the apocalypse, she had seen enough people die from bleeding out. She knew exactly how quickly it could happen.

And she wasn’t about to watch it happen again. But before Su Qinglan could touch him, the arctic wolf’s eyes snapped open.

Cold, piercing ice-blue.

The kind of gaze that could cut flesh from bone without a single blade.

For a moment, she almost wondered if he was glaring at some enemy standing behind her, except she was the only one kneeling there.

Her brows twitched.

... What’s with the attitude? she thought irritably. I’m trying to save your life, you moron, not steal your fur.

She shifted forward, one hand ready to tear away the blood-soaked fur pressed against his wound.

The wolf’s lips curled, revealing long, snow-white fangs. A low growl rumbled from his throat, vibrating against the tense atmosphere between them. The warning was crystal clear: Don’t touch me.

Su Qinglan arched a brow. "Really? I should just let you bleed to death then?" she muttered under her breath.

The beastmen beside him stiffened, exchanging uncertain glances, but before any of them could speak, whispers started rippling through the crowd.

"Who is she?"

"What’s she trying to do?"

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