Weak beasts

Wei Long and Red'Ribbon walked in silence, the thick mist curling around them like ghostly tendrils. The damp air smelled of earth, blood, and distant prey.

Yet—

Something was off.

Red'Ribbon, usually quick to retort, hadn't spoken for a long while.

Wei Long side-eyed him, noticing the thoughtful, almost troubled look on his face.

It was obvious what was bothering him.

Finally—

After what felt like ages, Red'Ribbon let out a deep sigh and muttered,

"Hey… He really did gotten stronger, didn't he?"

Wei Long didn't respond, allowing him to continue.

Red'Ribbon's claws clicked against the rocks as he frowned.

"That loud rooster… Glock'Nine… He was weak before, but now… He's a lot stronger. One of the opponents earlier could give me a hard time but his tamer only played with them and I am sure it's thanks to his new strength earlier…"

Wei Long simply nodded.