He showed an acknowledging look toward Blanco.

Blanco felt a bit proud of himself, but at that moment he felt the gaze of all the other frost makers who managed to catch squirrels directed toward him.

"Are they upset about something? Oh, right, there's that thing. Whoever is acknowledged by the father at the end of the month will get a portion of father's ability passed onto them. Of course, they'll consider me a rival now,"

"But speaking of that..."

Blanco took an observant gaze toward the his father. He had bluish skin with a mark resembling a turtle shell on his fur.

"It's only one mark, but it's large. He must have only one skill with him, but a powerful one at that. I initially didn't have much interest in this fact, but seeing how they look at me like an enemy, I have to teach them a lesson. Nobody can disrespect me, not even my brothers,"

"Only I will be the one to get his skill at the end of this month," Blanco declared to himself. As he made this mental vow, his father's attention was drawn to the prey Blanco had brought.

From the squirrel's body, a dark smoke rose up like mist, originating from the spot where Blanco's poison had spread.

Sniff!

Blanco's father moved closer and sniffed the squirrel, then suddenly backed away.

Graa!

father growled and looked towards Blanco. At that moment, his gaze landed on the distinctive marks on Blanco's body. Seeing them, he became silent, though his eyes showed a look of surprise.

Blanco watched as the squirrel was slowly being overtaken by his poison. Its color changed, and an extremely toxic smell began to emanate from it.

"This won't be good. I need to learn how to control my poison ability," he decided.

The father creature grabbed the prey he caught and walked past all of them towards the way they came. Following him, the others ran behind, picking up their prey from the ground. The few frost makers that managed to catch squirrels gave Blanco a competitive gaze before running behind their father.

Looking at his prey, Blanco contemplated whether to bring it back to the nest. After thinking, he decided to grab it since his poison had no effect on him and followed his father back to the nest.

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Through the tree branches and giant trees, they retraced the path they came from, heading back to their nest.

In the nest of the Frost Makers, the mother creature waited alone, peering over the edge of the nest, anxiously watching for her children and partner to return. Behind her lay the lifeless corpse of a large lizard, its neck clearly broken where the mother had grabbed it. The rest of the corpse remained untouched.

Suddenly, she saw her children and partner running up the tree trunk toward the nest.

Seeing them, she backed away from the edge, and finally, the father creature jumped into the nest, followed by the children.

Thud!

After landing in the nest, the father dropped the food from his mouth and walked toward the hay bed, lying down. He placed the food closer to the mother, signaling that it was meant for her.

The mother picked up the corpse of the squirrel the father had dropped and began to eat it. The other newborns who managed to catch squirrels started eating their prey, while those who didn't catch any prey proceeded to eat the food the mother had already brought for them: the corpse of the lizard creature.

"Even though we are omnivourus, it seems our family prefers meat," thought Blanco as he ate his prey.

Even though his prey was poisonous to the point of emitting a corrosive smoke, it had no effect on him. Instead, it felt like an extra juice in his meal.

At that moment, the father, who had been lying on the bed, got up and walked toward the mother, who was eating.

"Rowl!" he growled.

"Rww!" the mother replied, her cry echoing back. In an incomprehensible language, the two of them began to communicate with each other. Occasionally, their gaze shifted towards Blanco, their eyes filled with an incredible and proud look.

After finishing his meal, Blanco lifted his head and walked towards the empty space where he usually trained. Instead of starting his usual routine, he lay down and closed his eyes, not to sleep but to concentrate.

"Hmm, how could I control my poison? It's like an unstoppable force constantly emanating from my teeth," closing his eyes tightly he tried to focus on feeling something from his poison ability. Instead of it being automatically activated all the time, he wanted to know if he could control it to prevent anything like what had happened previously from happening again.

If the prey he caught was supposed to be shared with others, then his poison would render it useless.

As Blanco delved deep into his mind, trying to sense something, he suddenly felt a sensation akin to holding up a urge from let loosing inside him. At the same time, a tiny itching feeling on the tip of his tongue vanished.

"Huh,"he opened his eyes.

"Did I do it?" he wondered, then stood up.

Approaching the lizard creature that the other newborns were eating, he took a bite from it. Afterward, he inspected the spot he had bitten, finding no darkened area.

"I really did it, nice,"

"and now" Blanco said to himself as he took another bite from the lizard corpse. This time, he allowed the surge of holding back his poison to release, feeling the tip of his tongue tingling again.

Examining the spot he had bitten on the lizard, he noticed a dark spot appearing in it.

"This went much easier than I expected. I thought I would have to train more to control poisons," Blanco remarked, satisfied with the result. He returned to his empty training ground and resumed his routine.

Running in circles for a few rounds, Blanco stopped once he got tired, resting for a bit and regaining his energy. Then, he walked up to a small rock that's Somehow ended up inside there nest and tried to push it away.