The black one is still growling in a soft, adorable way.
The little white creature keeps tugging at her skirt, seemingly unsure of what to do.
Luna Sutton glanced down at her bleeding calf, her expression extremely complex: "It's true, you reap what you sow... They... this is their resentment toward me."
The three wolf pups have never tasted a drop of their matron's milk since birth.
They were even kicked aside once when they wanted milk, and haven't been raised by her side, so it's natural they resent and don't want to be close to her.
Zeke Veridian walked over with a complex expression, glanced at her bleeding calf, squatted down, tore off a piece of animal hide to bandage her, and comforted, "The pups are just unfamiliar, don't overthink it, Luna."
She looked at Zeke, feeling somewhat sad, but she didn't blame the three wolf pups.
