While Lore was stretching his muscles and bones, the crackling friction of his charged fur and carapace woke the sleeping Mother Zinogre.
It was not that the crackling sound was too noisy, but rather that over the past few months, Mother Zinogre had grown accustomed to the slightest disturbance; at any sign of movement, she had to be the first to notice and flee with her two cubs.
It was thanks to this that their family of “remnants” had been able to survive until now.
She raised her head and saw that Lore had already woken up and was looking outside the cave while moving his body; she immediately saw his desire to go out and explore, and promptly let out a call, signaling Lore to stay in the cave and recover from his injuries.
Mother Zinogre herself took Luna from her embrace, gently carried her to a nearby rock, shook her body, and walked slowly toward the outside of the cave, preparing to go hunting.
Seeing Mother Zinogre dragging her wounds and continuing to push herself, Lore immediately ran over, howling as he blocked her path, and placed his front claws on Mother Zinogre’s shoulder, pushing her back.
He used his roars and actions to tell Mother Zinogre, “Let me handle the hunting this time!”
This commotion between Lore and Mother Zinogre caused Luna to open her sleepy eyes; seeing the two dragons seemingly arguing about something, Luna also curiously walked forward to investigate.
Mother Zinogre was slightly stunned, then gave a “don’t joke around” smile, gently brushed Lore aside with her front claw, and strode toward the cave entrance.
She understood that she was quite badly injured, but she truly couldn’t imagine letting her cubs forage for her.
However, Lore’s stubbornness exceeded her imagination; even after being brushed aside, Lore still stubbornly blocked her path, letting out a resolute roar.
Although his body was still that of a tiny cub, Mother Zinogre saw a raging beast in his eyes.
She had seen it before.
Her older brother, the former leader, had displayed the same look when he was young.
Lore straightened his posture, rubbed his Volt Absorb shells and charged fur together, summoned the azure Thunderbugs, and used Growth once to make his body larger.
He was showing off, “Look, I already have quite sufficient combat power!”
Recalling how Lore had led her and Luna to victory yesterday, Mother Zinogre began to waver, hesitating on whether to treat this strange cub as a true Zinogre.
Just as Mother Zinogre was hesitating about whether to let Lore go hunting, Luna also scurried over; she imitated Lore’s posture and let out a childish yet resolute roar, indicating to her mother that she could also follow Lore and assist him in hunting.
Seeing that both of her cubs were so sensible, Mother Zinogre smiled with relief.
This time, she did not refuse the cubs’ good intentions, but she did not step back even a single inch.
She was a qualified mother; how could a qualified mother let two cubs who hadn’t even grown their full fur face the dangerous, dog-eat-dog world alone?
But likewise, as a qualified mother, it was also time to teach her cubs.
Mother Zinogre was going to take her cubs out hunting together.
Thus, she let out a howl, signaling Lore and Luna to follow her out of the cave.
Seeing the indelible maternal radiance and tenacity in Mother Zinogre’s eyes, Lore could not help but compromise.
“Fine, fine, we’ll go together; it’s better than being cooped up in the cave with Luna!”
However, Lore also decided that he would perform well and try his best not to let Mother Zinogre overexert herself, so as to avoid aggravating her unhealed wounds.
Just like that, the three Zinogres walked out from their hidden cave together.
As the sun set, the night pulled back the curtain on the hunt, and the moonlight shone down on the Dragon Claw of the Zinogre, guiding the direction of the hunt.
As an adult Zinogre with relatively seasoned hunting experience, Mother Zinogre first lifted her head and twitched her nose a few times upon exiting the cave, sniffing the surrounding air.
Seeing this, Luna and Lore imitated her in a decent manner.
Soon, a thick scent of blood drifted from not far away into Lore’s nostrils; he immediately identified the source of the scent—it was the Tyrant Zinogre he had killed.
The more he explored his sense of smell, the more information Lore could detect hidden in the surrounding air.
Not just the scent of blood, but the odors of feces left by various animals, as well as the fresh scent of broken trees and the fragrance of flowers, could not escape his nose’s exploration.
However, except for the blood scent, the others were not very obvious; Lore understood that this was because Zinogres were instinctively sensitive to the scent of blood, and coupled with the fact that he was still a juvenile dragon and not fully developed, he could not obtain as much information as an adult Zinogre.
But for the current Lore, being sensitive to the scent of blood was enough.
That scent of blood rushed straight into his nostrils, and even formed a faint red line in Lore’s field of vision, guiding him toward the source of the blood.
Mother Zinogre was the same.
She strode forward, leading the two cubs toward that location.
In the dead of night, the Zinogre’s azure body, combined with the tree shadows and the jungle, could conceal their figures to the greatest extent.
As they got closer to the corpse, Mother Zinogre’s steps became slower, and her body lowered further.
She didn’t even let out low growls anymore, communicating silently with the two cubs only through her gaze.
Feeling the intent in Mother Zinogre’s gaze, Luna and Lore also imitated her movements, stepping lightly, keeping their bodies low and hidden in the bushes, and while maintaining silence at all times, they also kept an eye on the surroundings.
Pacing along in this manner, Lore and the others arrived at the side of the battlefield from earlier.
He had originally thought that he just needed to tear off a large piece of meat and take it away, but at this moment, he felt grateful to have a dutiful Mother Zinogre teaching him.
The reason was simple: the corpse of that Zinogre was surrounded by many predators.
Fortunately, they were all just Jagras.
Jagras, a type of small Fanged Wyvern monster resembling a real-life green iguana, but with limbs somewhat like cats and dogs, were very adept at climbing and running.
At this moment, as pack-dwelling monsters, they were feasting beside the corpse of the Tyrant Zinogre.
Seeing this, Lore couldn’t help but click his tongue.
Although none of them were powerful individually, once they gathered together, they could make many large monsters struggle to cope, thereby posing a certain threat.
If he had rushed out rashly just now, he would have inevitably encountered another attack.
As expected, Mother Zinogre was right.