Chapter 278

Chapter 278

Mwar!

With both paws grabbing my forearm, Aurie pulls my scritching hand away from Yipi and towards himself, jealous of the attention given to the bird. Laying on his back, my big golden floof grumbles in displeasure, unhappy at the lack of tender loving care. Giving his belly a rub, I return to scratching Yipis head as the sweet bird cranes her neck left and right, unable to decide which side she wants scratched first.

I never liked birds much, but after months of stand-offish behaviour from Rocs flock, theyre starting to grow on me. Theyre not affectionate like Aurie or Mafu, which makes it more rewarding when I win their trust. Unwilling to snuggle even with other members of the flock, I was at a loss on how to display my affection until I realized they, like many other animals, love scritches. In particular, my birds like having their necks and heads scratched because those are the only places they cant preen. Theyre so so standoffish they wont even allow their mates to help preen them, so after I showed I was willing to not only help them, but also able to endure their angry pecks, my fingers went from tasty-looking treats to tools of delight . Although they dont have fur, the gentle scratching helps break up the waxy build-up around molting feathers, an effort which is visibly appreciated by my flock of laughing birds.

Clever though they might be, theyre still birds and the moment Yipi is tired of my attentions, she makes her feelings known with a squawk-and-nip before flapping away, whereupon the next bird in line, her mate Kai Yay, takes up the vacated perch which is my knee. They have a strict hierarchy in the flock, starting with Roc who, after receiving his scritches first as befitting of his status, oversees the entire process from my shoulder like a disgruntled supervisor just waiting for me to fuck up. Blowing a puff of air at the fattest of birds, I laugh as Roc puffs up in comical self-defence before hopping down to make himself comfortable on Auries belly. My sweet cat freezes in place, mewling in quiet despair as the feathered fiend nestles into his fur, helpless before the domineering overlord of our cozy little yurt.

It amuses me seeing a quarter-ton cat freeze in terror at the sight of two-kilogram bird, but I gotta say, it makes me a little sad for Aurie. Hes a sweet, obedient kitten whos grown more confident from our obstacle course runs, but hes so submissive its worrying. Jimjam and Sarankho have matured splendidly, often following Lin or Li Song into the forests to hunt their own meals but Aurie has yet to make his first kill. I need to teach him how to fend for himself or at least ease the strain on my food bills. Feeding him till Im old and grey wont break the bank but I want my kittens to learn self-sufficiency. Who knows if their hormones will kick in and they strike out on their own? I hope the day never comes, but if it does, theyll need to know how to look after themselves. I dont want them to starve to death or get shot approaching scared villagers in search of handouts.

My day is put on pause until I finish grooming all twenty birds one at a time, but thankfully their tolerance for physical affection is low, each one taking only a minute or two to satisfy. Since Sarnai asked me not to visit too early in the morning, I made plans to check in around lunch, leaving me the entire morning to myself, a rare treat. With Auries survival training in mind, I head out to hunt the most harmless of creatures, the bicorn rabbit. Sporting twin, blunted nubs and a propensity to ignore all danger in the presence of food, their only survival mechanism is the ability to breed faster than their predators can hunt them down, making them a stable part of many diets. With winter still yet to fade, most will still be sleeping in their burrows so Im hoping Aurie can rack up an easy kill or two and build his confidence. Bicorn rabbits pack a mean kick and headbutt, but my big floof weighs twenty times more than even the largest of rabbits, plus theyll be weak and feeble from hibernating all winter so itll probably be an even fight.

I wish I were joking. Aurie is not exactly the killing machine Id envisioned him to be, which is fine because I have an ulterior motive for hunting rabbits this early in the season.

With Li Song babysitting my other kittens and bears, I head towards the mountain path with Mafu and Aurie. Having recently survived a kidnapping/assassination attempt, I had the foresight to arrange a guard detail for my day trip, meeting Ulfsaar and nine members of his squad at the City outskirts, all kitted up and ready to go. The massive half-bear is easily the most imposing member of my retinue though his skills are sorely lacking compared to the other half-bear I asked along. Clapping me on the shoulder, Vichear treats me to an aggressively toothy grin, seeming a little put off this morning. Rain boyo, he says, gripping both my shoulders as he looms over me. We share food and drink, laughter and camaraderie, so we are friends, are we not?

Of course we're friends. Even if we werent, Vichear is not a man to offend lightly. Though still lacking compared to true experts, hes the strongest person I call friend, only a little weaker than Gerel in my opinion. Dumb bald bastard got beat down by Yo Ling twice and still has the gall to act all high and mighty. I can't stand him.

And friends help one another, do they not? I mean, you only needed to ask and Ive arrived at this ungodly hour, ready to lay down my life in defence of your own so you can go out on a pleasure hunt. Not two days after an attempt on your life, I might add.

Yes and Im really grateful. Im sensing a lot of underlying criticism, but what am I supposed to do? Those people tried to kill me inside the most fortified City of the North, so its not like staying home is gonna keep me safe. Besides, Baledagh handled it without injury, so whoever is after me cant have too much clout, right? Baatar even said itd be fine when i mentioned it last night, so there shouldnt be any problems...

Silence hangs in the air as I deliberate cancelling the hunting trip, but after seeing Vichear strain to hold his smile, I realize hes waiting for me to say something. His twitching cheek lend an air of menace to his grinning features and it takes a moment to figure out what he wants. I-is there anything I can do to repay you?

His feigned smile turns into a real one with a hint of guilt, chuckling ruefully beneath his breath. Nonsense boyo, were friends and this is what friends do. Therell be no more talk of material reward, you hear? Leaving me no time to retort I never mentioned a reward, he shakes his head and continues. Truth be told, it wont be long before you leave old Vichy at the wayside and itll be me asking you for help. Not only are you growing stronger by the day, even your subordinates are outpacing me. I was talking with Ulfsaar there and mentioned how I didnt see his pretty wife around. Now I aint ever seen them apart for more than a minute, two peas in a pod is what they are, so my curiosity was piqued. It took some pressing, but it turns out, his wife cant be here on account of how shes forming her Natal Palace. Now aint that a kick? Fifty two years without forming her Natal Palace and long past the optimal age, but six months after joining your retinue, shes now on the cusp of entering the ranks of the Empires experts.

Oh? Thats great news! Turning to Ulfsaar, I offer my congratulations but the former bandit-chieftain winces in response. Hes an odd one, a mild-mannered, devout believer in the Mother until he works himself into a rage and pulps someone with his axe. A classic bearserker if you will, his quiet, laid-back attitude is incredibly misleading, as are his stern, youthful features.

Hmm... If his wife is in her fifties, how old is he? Ive been bossing him around like everyone else, but if hes a grandfather Im gonna feel terrible for not respecting my elders. I should probably know things like this, but Im reluctant to make friends with my retinue. For one, Im their boss and I have enough trouble controlling them as is. Secondly, and this is my darker, pragmatic side speaking, but if they die, and as warriors its likely to happen sooner rather than later, Id like it to hurt as little as possible.

My cold self-reflection is interrupted as Vichear figuratively and literally pulls me back into the conversation. Now, refresh my memory boyo. How many experts do you have in your retinue now?

Five. Aside from Dastan, Ulfsaar, and Neera, theres Sahb, the former second of Dastans retinue, and Wang Bao who have also formed their Natal Palaces. Though it doesnt give an immediate increase in strength, in a year or three these five experts will be formidable warriors in their own rights, easily reaching Major level if not higher.

Five experts, Vichear repeats, a little too quickly to have not known. Ive only publicly revealed Dastans status, since the others all share dubious pasts, but I havent really been keeping it secret. From zero experts to five in a short, half-year. Incredible. Me and my warriors have been with the Sentinels for almost two years now, soldiers one and all, and not a single one of us have formed our Natal Palace, myself included.

Vichy made Major without a Natal Palace? Thats impressive considering his humble background, which means his skills are the real deal. Hed probably be ranked even higher if he wasnt a half-beast, what with all the discrimination and what not.

Its definitely because I love Lin and want to make her happy. Having her guards close by while I travel the province is just a bonus.

Lifes not too bad here once people stop trying to kill you. Well, I assume it will be. Like Rocs flock, this world has grown on me. My loving family is back and bigger than ever, my retinue is growing stronger with each passing day, and by feeding what feels like the entire Citys population for months on end, I made at least one person see the value of charitable acts with no strings attached.

Not too shabby.

Okay. Calling Aurie and Mafu back, I brush the snow off my kittens coat and turn to Vichear. Lets circle around and head home on a different route. If we come across a warren then well check it, but nothing too far out-of-the-way.

Gazing at the surroundings with eyes narrowed in thought, Vichear doesnt respond until I wave a hand in front of him. Blinking in surprise, it takes a moment for his brain to catch up and he answers, Sounds good boyo, but fair warning, theres something off around us. Just a gut feeling I cant place, but better safe than sorry.

Trust your instincts, Ulfsaar interjects, For the Mother gave them to you for a reason.

Rolling his eyes, Vichear leaves to scout ahead while the rest of my people amble behind, keeping watch for danger. After checking three more warrens, we finally find an occupied rabbit-hole. Standing guard at the tunnel entrance, a bicorn rabbit puffs up and thumps the frozen ground, sending a puff of fresh snow into the air. As everyone else stands and watches, I urge Aurie to head over and kill the bunny but my sweet floof mistakes my intentions and crawls towards the giant bunny on his belly, gently stretching a paw to boop the bunnys nose. His actions earn him a meaty headbutt to the face as the rabbit defends its home, startling my poor kitten who leaps high into the air and runs behind me, mewling pitifully at the scary offender as my retinue roars with laughter.

Oh Aurie, I say, patting his furry head. Youre hopeless.

The Mother gave us all a purpose, Ulfsaar says, barely even cracking a smile. Your wildcat will find his, of this I have no doubt.

Thanks. Staring at the angry bunny, I open my mouth to ask why it hasnt run away when something clicks in my mind. Oh, this is perfect! Moving the rabbit aside as it headbutts my hand repeatedly, I peer into the warren to find at least a dozen furry baby bunnies, huddled together with eyes shut and bodies aquiver. Old enough to have fur but too young to brave the cold, they must have been born just this week, the perfect age to socialize and eventually train.

If all goes well, well have a horde of bunnies to help us find all the rare and precious plants well ever need. I watched Cham bleed to death before my eyes, but if Id had the right medicine, I could have saved his life. I dont want to go through that ever again, and lacking the means to grow what we need, Im banking on these bunnies to solve our problem. While no one has ever managed to succeed in domesticating bicorn bunnies, my changing Aura is super useful for taming animals.

Plus, fluffy bunnies babies squeeeeeee!

Enough. Get it together. Theres work to be done.

Turning to the Momma or Papa bun still whacking away at my hand, I unleash my Aura soothe the ruffled rabbit. Hey, its okay, Im not gonna hur-

Hurtling through the air at speeds I didnt know were possible, the bicorn bunny headbutts me square in the face before returning to stand guard in front of the warren. Stemming my bleeding nose, I ignore the laughs and sympathize with Aurie, as this little asshole really packs a wallop.

No killing. I already have pangs of guilt from killing Auries mom and she was actively trying to eat me. Besides, these baby bunnies arent weaned yet, so if this is mommy bunny then I need her alive. Ignore the delicious rabbit steak and think about the fluffy bunny cuddles in your future. Taking a hit or two is well worth it.

And the plants. Because thats why youre doing this. For the precious plants.

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