Atop Wolf King Slope, Da Hui, covered in wounds, struggled to climb to the highest part of the slope and howled at the moon for the last time, knowing he would not live until the Wolf King returned.
The mother wolf, Aqing, nestled beside Da Hui, howling alongside him, bidding her final farewell.
A few oblivious wolf cubs thought it was fun and yipped as they tumbled over Da Hui's tail, only to be chased aside by two other adult wolves.
Suddenly, Da Hui, gazing at the moon, spotted a small black dot.
He weakly blinked his eyes, only to see the black dot growing larger while a familiar voice sounded.
"Da Hui!"
"Owoo~ Owoo~" It was the Wolf Queen! Wuu wuu! Tears the size of beans began to roll down Da Hui's moist eyes.
As soon as Mu Ying jumped off her broom, Da Hui cried and laid down on the ground, although he had maintained a regal posture before, weak but insisting on standing to howl.