Wild Berry Meadow And that's called jazz!

Had Yao taken the moment to zoom out and looked at this moment from a third-person point of view, then he would have seen the hilarity of the moment. He was such a large creature and yet here he was bowing and scraping to a smaller female. Yet he, through his cultural lens, saw little wrong with the situation. He had been bossed around by older, tinier females before. It was just how he was raised. Haoniyao, he answered. The same to you, He looked eagerly to the nearby forest. Would you mind if we get out of the wind? he gestured towards the dark woods, his body shivering both from the cold and the anticipation of getting out of the cold.