My Panther Mate & Our Little Cub novel Chapter 102

Transmigrated to Raise Panther Cubs

Chapter 102 A Taste of Warmth

“Say it if it hurts,” Zachary said.

“Mm.” Matthew gave a quiet nod.

For the first time, Zachary found himself desperately wishing for iodine, alcohol, and bandages.

Other people got cheat abilities when they transmigrated. He got nothing–not even a decent herb.

Good thing he’d grown up in the mountains. If it had been some pampered rich kid instead, they probably would’ve starved to death by now.

“Hungry?”

“I’m okay.”

Knowing they’d been out working for hours, Zachary scooped up the potato strips he’d sliced earlier and soaked in water.

As soon as they hit the hot oil with a loud sizzle, the therians outside the cave all twitched their noses, sniffing eagerly.

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Yael immediately crouched by the stove, eyes locked on the pan like a hawk.

Zachary chuckled. “Back up a little. The oil might splatter.”

“It’s fine. My skin’s thick–I’m not scared.”

Daniel and Kyle weren’t quite as obvious. They tried to act composed, lingering near the cave entrance while sneaking glances inside.

The cubs had already run off with their catches to show off to their Sires and Alphas, leaving only Jaden and Taylor behind.

Zachary set aside a separate plate just for the two kids and poured some ketchup on the side.

Taylor was so delighted that he started stomping his feet. Even though his lip stung, he refused to stop eating. Eventually, he pinched his lip while chewing, trying to avoid the cut.

As for the therians, Zachary went with a hands–on approach. He spread a layer of leaves over a flat rock outside, dumped a fresh batch of fries on top, added half a bowl of ketchup, and let them dig in.

Yael, Kyle, and the others didn’t wait a second. They grabbed fistfuls and stuffed them into their mouths. The moment they tasted them, they went all in–one after another, completely hooked.

Matthew held his hands out awkwardly. With the cuts still fresh, Zachary wouldn’t let him clench his fists.

Watching the pile of fries shrink at a visible rate, Matthew felt a surge of irritation. He almost wanted to flip Kyle and the others over and kick them all out.

Zachary had made those for him—and now these three brutes were devouring everything.

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Just as he was quietly sulking, Zachary walked over with a plate of fries, ketchup on the side.

“Can you use your hands?”

Finished

Matthew picked up one, but it tugged at a cut across his knuckles. He frowned faintly, masking it well. “I’m fine.”

Without thinking, Zachary dipped a fry into the ketchup and held it up to his mouth.

Matthew leaned in and took it, his voice soft. “It’s really good.”

Yael and the other two–who had been devouring fries nonstop–froze, staring in disbelief/

They couldn’t believe Matthew was this spoiled now.

Those tiny cuts would’ve healed with a lick or two–and he was being fed.

They wondered if he had any dignity left.

It was absolutely unbelievable.

Still, the three of them kept their mouths shut in perfect unison. They knew that if they made a sound now, Matthew would kick them out immediately and then they’d miss out on Zachary’s cooking.

That would be tragic.

That afternoon, Zachary planned to visit the shaman–to get some ointment for Matthew’s wounds and ask if there was a way to treat sleepwalking.

Matthew had wanted to go with him, but the chief suddenly called him over to discuss trading for salt with the merfolk tribe in a few days.

Zachary had never been there before and was just about to ask around when he ran into Donald on the way -he was heading to see the shaman too, so they went together.

Inside the cave, Bruce was grinding something in a stone bowl with a pestle, making a soft, steady scraping sound.

Outside, herbs were laid out to dry. Zachary could recognize some of them–plantain, dandelion, wild chrysanthemum… all things he used to see growing in the mountains as a kid.

Zachary was about to call out from outside when Donald walked straight in like he owned the place, waving him over. “He gets really focused when he’s working. Won’t hear you.”

Just as Donald said, even when they walked right up to him, Bruce only looked up after a moment, surprised. “When did you two get here?”

“You shouldn’t go out alone anymore,” Donald said helplessly. “If this were the mountains, something would’ve already bitten neck.”

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“Then come with me,” Bruce replied casually. “As long as you’re there, it’s fine.”

I’m not in the tribe every day.”

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“Then come by whenever you can.”

Watching how familiar the two of them were with each other, Zachary couldn’t help but feel curious.

In documentaries, shamans in primitive tribes were usually old, mysterious, and distant. But Bruce looked about their age and was easy to get along with.

Bruce smiled at Zachary. “So, what brings you here?”

“Matthew got some cuts on his hands. I was hoping to get something to treat them.”

“Sure.” Bruce stood up and searched through the shelves, pulling out a stone jar. He scooped out two portions with a wooden chip, wrapped them in leaves, and handed them over. “Just apply it to the wounds when you get back.”

“Thank you, Mr. Bruce.” Zachary accepted it, then hesitated before speaking again, lowering his voick. “Um…. Mr. Bruce, do you have anything that can treat someone who… walks around in their sleep?”

“Sleepwalking?” Bruce looked intrigued–it was the first time he’d heard of it.

Zachary briefly described the symptoms.

“I see…” Bruce thought for a moment. “I do have something that helps people sleep deeply and soundly. Want to give it a try? If the sleep is deep enough, maybe they won’t wander around.”

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