Chapter 17 Meow?

The bustling market was alive with a colorful array of creatures from different tribes. It happened to be situated on the border of the Wolf tribe, allowing for convenient trading among the neighboring tribes.

As Kyra and Lucas made their entrance, eyes turned towards them. Most of the market-goers were male, and they couldn't help but notice Kyra's charm and beauty. Some even whistled in her direction.

Lucas, feeling protective, growled in response to the attention, striding forward with a hint of anger. "WOOF!" he barked, expressing his displeasure.

"Ugh, those single dogs," he muttered under his breath.

Finally, Lucas spotted a cloth shop and came to a halt. Kyra dismounted from his back, and he transformed into his human form.

"Hey, show us some clothes for my female," he requested, his tone carrying a touch of arrogance as he emphasized the words "my female."

"Ehh! Kyra, where are you?" Lucas looked around, concerned that he had momentarily lost sight of her.

"Kyra!" he called out.

However, his eyes widened in surprise when he saw a large cat rubbing its head against Kyra's hand, while she happily stroked its fur.

"What on earth!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with anger. He rushed towards them, wondering why the cat was enjoying Kyra's touch when she had never even stroked his fur before.

"My female," Lucas quickly interjected, positioning himself between Kyra and the cat.

"Lucas," Kyra greeted him with a warm smile.

"Meow," the cat tilted its head, seemingly questioning Lucas's claim of ownership.

"Meow," Lucas meowed back, surprising Kyra. They could actually understand each other! It was quite remarkable.

The cat, understanding Lucas's words, widened its eyes in astonishment.

"Meow, meow," the cat responded in its own language.

"Meow, meow, meow," Lucas confidently replied, realizing that he was quite clever to comprehend this language. (Translation: We should run away together at the end of the world.)

"Meow, meow," the cat retorted, expressing disbelief. (What are you talking about? Are you crazy?)

"Meow, meow," Lucas responded, catching a glimpse of Kyra looking at him with admiration. (I love you so much, no one can separate us.)

"Meow, meow, meow," the cat's eyes widened. (I am not interested in you.)

"Meow, meow, meow," Lucas replied confidently, even though he didn't understand a word. (I feel the same way; I am only interested in your body.)

"Meow, meow, meow," the cat exclaimed, its anger rising. (What the heck, man? Are you crazy? I am only interested in your female.)

"Meow, meow, meow," Lucas continued. (Come on, baby! Let's lose ourselves in each other, and you'll forget about this female.)

Enraged, the cat pounced on Lucas, its fur fluffing up, and attacked his face.

"What the heck! I may be handsome, but you can't try to touch my face!" Lucas exclaimed, defending himself by slapping the cat away.

"Mewo, meow," The cat angrily retorted, then ran off. (You're crazy! I don't even want to talk to you!)

"You're amazing, Lucas! You can even speak cat language," Kyra said, clearly impressed.

Lucas blushed, though in truth, he only knew the common language and the language of the wolves. However, since cats only meow, he considered himself capable of understanding their language.