Max moved even faster, his paw reaching for the comb, but Michael deftly dodged it.
"Let me comb it for you. Eric is tired." Max's deep voice carried an unconcealed trace of provocation.
"I don't need you! What if you end up pulling all my fur out?"
Michael knew his own limitations. He turned to look at Eric, his tone becoming pleading:
"Eric, quickly show me how to use this. I also want my fur to be as smooth as Max's; it might be a little easier to find a mate later."
Although Snow Wolves highly valued their fur, their living conditions were limited. This was the first time Michael had seen a Snow Wolf beastman's fur become so smooth and glossy.
It was just his first time using this tool, so he was still a bit clumsy and awkward with it.
Just now, Michael had combed himself for a while and already felt much more comfortable than using thorny bushes to comb his fur. It was just that the result wasn't as he'd hoped, and he even got mercilessly ridiculed by the little cub.
