In the bushes.
The members of the pride lay in the grass and narrowed their eyes. They looked at the grass that buried their prey not far away in unison, still feeling unwilling and puzzled.
Then, why did he bury the prey?
Chu Xiaoye did not explain anything.
Of course, he could not explain anything in this situation.
The little girl sat on the tree, hugging a branch and bathing in the golden setting sun. She swayed her legs wrapped in tight leather pants and hummed a song softly, as if she was not affected by the atmosphere of the pride.
In her eyes, this young king was smarter than all the members of the pride combined.
Since he had decided to bury those water buffaloes, he naturally had his reasons.
Perhaps the water beef was not delicious, or the water buffalo was about to spoil, or perhaps there was too much meat and they were afraid that the pride would suffocate.
Anyway, he would not waste food for no reason.