Feng Mountain narrowed his eyes, looking at the three black dots.
As they drew closer, their silhouettes gradually sharpened. They were three agile, adult white wolves.
They sprinted across the snow, kicking up flurries of flakes. Their speed was astonishing, their white manes dancing as they ran.
"Khilla!" Nash raised his rifle, aiming at one of the white wolves, ready to pull the trigger at any moment.
Feng Mountain raised a hand and pushed the barrel down. "They're probably the Little Wolf Cub's family. Don't shoot yet. Let's wait and see."
The three white wolves ran closer and reunited with the Little Wolf Cub.
The Little Wolf Cub yipped excitedly, its small body wiggling with joy, its eyes full of delight and excitement.
The three white wolves, in turn, continuously licked the Little Wolf Cub with gentle movements.
