Fang Ye picked up a wolf cub, who looked at him, kicked its little legs, and twisted its body with some unease!
Now it looked no different from a puppy.
"Woo~ Woo~" it called out, seeking its mother.
Louder and clearer than the feeble "mew mew" sound it had made at birth, its fur had also grown thicker.
Fang Ye rubbed the little wolf cub's head, did a quick check of its health, and then put it back.
Mizzle had given birth to four cubs, each one with plenty of milk to grow strong!
Fat and cuddly, every one of them.
If there had been seven or eight, or even more than ten in a litter, then surely there wouldn't have been enough milk to go around, and some might have been abandoned, requiring a few to be raised by hand.
One bold cub walked over from Mizzle's side, sniffed Fang Ye's scent, then trotted back.
Another stumbled towards Charcoal, which moved him deeply.
He stuck out his tongue and vigorously licked the little cub.