The old lady sitting downstairs only felt a gust of wind pass by her. She looked around suspiciously, seeing nothing. Bewildered, she stared at the sky for a moment, then put down her work, half-kneeled on the wooden floor, and began praying to the heavens and earth, muttering to herself.
Xiao Lin rubbed the wolf pup's fur. The little creature had become accustomed to his scent and no longer nipped or bit at him. Instead, it showed a kind of obedience. Under Xiao Lin's careful attention, it could already hop around but would never stray more than three steps away from him.
The sensitivity of animals surpasses that of humans. It clearly understood the fear these humans had towards it, and knowing it wasn't yet adequate to deal with them, it chose to stay close to this person.
