Chapter 108
Feral Sentinels Obey Only Her
Chapter 109 Chaos Among the Spirit Animals
Lyra shook her head to signal she was fine.
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The paint fumes were far milder than the industrial paint she’d known on Earth, likely due to the different synthetic materials used. It didn’t sting or burn her nose at all.
As she touched up the wall, she caught sight of the lynx sitting calmly beside her out of the corner of her eye. It had appeared silently at some point, poised and utterly composed as it watched her work.
Lyra’s eyes crinkled with amusement. She doodled a large cat shape on the wall right in front of the lynx, letting it stare at the crude drawing like it was looking into a mirror.
The lynx glanced at the doodle, then back at her, completely unfazed.
It looked perfectly serene, while Lyra suddenly felt silly and awkward for her little stunt.
Chirp!
A sudden weight settled on her head. The little ferret had scampered out to join her, climbing nimbly up her legs before settling atop her hair.
It sprawled out across her scalp like a warm, fuzzy blanket, its soft belly radiating gentle heat through her hair. Its fluffy tail curled around her neck, flicking lightly against her skin every few seconds.
Lyra reached up and stroked the tiny creature fondly.
An idea struck her. She stepped over to close the main entrance door, then waved toward the cells, beckoning all the spirit animals out to play.
No one’s around. Come out and have fun.
Almost instantly, the orca glided smoothly through the window with a low, melodic cry.
Fully aware of its intimidating size, the orca usually shrank itself down to match the smaller spirit animals‘ scale, only growing large enough to carry Lyra when needed.
It floated gently above Lyra’s head, mimicking the ferret’s relaxed pose. Just being close to her seemed to fill it with quiet joy.
The ferret felt the huge creature hovering above it, twisted around, and began pawing playfully at the orca’s soft underbelly.
The orca didn’t press down with its full weight, leaving just enough space for the tiny ferret to squirm and move freely.
The ferret’s playful scratches tickled the orca’s belly, and it let out a high, trilling cry, wriggling
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its massive body to join in the fun.
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But the ferret was tiny, not even half the size of the orca’s fin. In the blink of an eye, it lost its balance and tumbled down Lyra’s smooth hair.
The orca chirped cheerfully and pressed its belly firmly over Lyra’s head, claiming the spot entirely.
The ferret’s playful chirps died instantly.
We’re supposed to be best buds, and you just betrayed me like this?
The orca’s eyes glinted with obvious mischief, swaying its head proudly as it basked in its small victory.
Chirp!
Indignant, the ferret let out a sharp squeak and lunged upward again.
The orca lazily lifted one fin, and the ferret went flying like a badminton birdie.
The lynx, which had been quietly watching Lyra paint, tilted its head in faint confusion.
It turned just in time to see the ferret crash into its fur before sliding off, squeaking angrily and charging straight back at the orca.
A second later, the small white creature went flying once more.
Annoyance flickered in the lynx’s calm eyes. It stood up and stepped aside, avoiding the chaotic scene entirely.
The ferret landed hard on the floor with a soft thud.
It was about to throw a tiny tantrum when it noticed Lyra turning to look down at it.
Its pink little mouth drooped instantly. It pointed accusingly at the orca on Lyra’s head, letting out aggrieved squeaks to tattle.
Squeak, squeak, squeak!
Lyra stared blankly, completely unaware of the little drama that had just unfolded.
She assumed the two playful spirit animals were just messing around as usual.
She picked the puffy little ferret up off the floor, patted its head, and set it gently on her shoulder.
Thud!
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A sudden heavy thump startled her.
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She spun around to see a crocodile lumbering toward her on its short, stubby legs, holding its half–shrunken form.
Lyra shook her head, biting back a laugh.
Even if it was an “amphibious tank,” did it have to come downstairs in such a hardcore way?
Did it not feel any pain from such a rough landing?
She knelt down and scratched her fingers gently over the crocodile’s tough, scaly head.
The crocodile stilled at her touch, its milky nictitating membranes sliding half–shut in bliss.
Woah–woah!
All the spirit animals on the first floor were now loose and entertaining themselves freely.
The remaining spirit animals upstairs also found their own ways down to the ground floor- all except the hyena belonging to Cell 201.
Unable to shrink its massive frame like the others, the hyena was stuck awkwardly halfway through the window, trapped and immobile.
It squirmed clumsily, letting out distressed whimpers as it begged for help.
Lyra couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the ridiculous sight, even as she felt guilty for it.
The hyena’s heart took a devastating blow.
One single attempt to be bold and outgoing, and it was traumatized into permanent shyness.
Lyra was doubled over with laughter, and all the other spirit animals below stared up at the trapped hyena like they were watching a circus act, their gazes full of teasing amusement.
Whoa!
The hyena snapped, letting out a fierce, thunderous snarl.
What are you all staring at? Mind your own business! Scram!
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Rook’s dark, irritable voice echoed from inside the cell.
The hyena yelped as a sharp pain pricked its hind legs–Rook had sunk his teeth into its fur, trying to yank it back inside.
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he could help his stubborn spirit animal.
Besides, this hyena had fought alongside him through countless battles. He had no patience to watch it embarrass them both by hanging stupidly out a window for everyone to laugh at.
Lyra quickly hurried upstairs, her cheeks sore from laughing so hard.
She knew she was being rude and felt genuinely guilty, but the hyena’s miserable, silly predicament was just too funny to resist.
She reached the second floor and slipped her hands under the hyena’s armpits, ready to heave it free.
She had no idea Rook was already pulling from the inside.
But Rook could see everything through his spirit animal’s eyes. The second he spotted Lyra approaching, he immediately let go and retreated silently into the back of his cell, sulking in solitude.
Lyra strained with all her strength and finally tugged the massive hyena free from the window frame.
Once it was standing safely on the floor, it didn’t bound off to play like the others.
It stood perfectly still, utterly dejected, looking pitifully downtrodden.
Lyra crouched down at once, stroking its huge dark face apologetically.
I’m so sorry, buddy. Don’t be mad at me.
The humiliated hyena turned away, scraping its paws against the cell door, desperate to crawl back inside and escape the mortifying scene.
Lyra suddenly remembered the candy the commissary supervisor had given her earlier.
She quickly peeled off the wrapper and held the sweet treat out to the hyena.
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