The freshly cooked clucking chicken was set aside, some offal was scooped into the pot, and the pot was scrubbed.
As she worked, she asked, "Father, who's Frosty and Coalball? Did the cubs name them?"
She couldn't help thinking, these names are just too unpleasant.
When the cubs grow up a bit and hear these names, they're bound to cry.
Lyle choked and coughed twice at her words: "Who would dare to name them carelessly? We just gave them nicknames."
He pointed to the three wolf cubs playing on the ground, "The silver one is Frosty, the black one is Coalball, the white one..."
Before he finished, the little white wolf puffed out a flame, scorching the priest's beard.
"Is it supposed to be called Charizard?"
Malachi couldn't help but interject.
Lyle looked at Malachi instantly and laughed, "You guessed right, it really is called Charizard."
Luna Sutton held her forehead; she was too exhausted to retort.
Frosty, Coalball, Charizard, what kind of names are these?
