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"Wow, it's beautiful!" —the view of the lake was spectacular, surrounded by mountains and a dense forest.

It was a pretty nice and peaceful place.

Some of them threw themselves onto the grass, exhausted from walking all day, while others went looking for fresh water to soothe their throats.

Drakkar lowered his precious cargo from his back, setting her down on a rock.

"Lyra, do your legs hurt?" he asked, worriedly eyeing a few spots where her skin had reddened from the sun.

Lyra was sweeter than honey. She had just sprawled out lazily on her mate’s muscles.

"No, I’m fine. What about you? Am I heavy?" she reached out to stroke his beard, and Drakkar shook his head, closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of her fingers.

From afar, they looked exactly like what they were—two people with deep feelings for each other.

"Drakkar, come hunt with us! We saw some Stalodonts nearby!" —the warriors were excited, and the women were already lighting fires to roast the meat.

"No, Lyra doesn’