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"Chirp chirp chirp~ chirp chirp~"

Distant and melodious bird songs wafted over as the little black wolf cub stood transfixed, gradually wandering off into the distance.

Perhaps it had gone a bit too far!

Mizzle let out a soft "howl," calling gently with a clear and tender howl.

Little Black realized something, turned its head, and scampered back.

Stepping on the grass, one paw sinking deep, the other shallow.

Previously it always followed Mizzle, moving about inside the den, but the terrain of the outside grassland was more complex, demanding a higher skill level in limb coordination.

As the little wolf cub stepped over a small hump, its front and rear paws suddenly tangled, twisted around for a moment, nearly causing its body to flop onto the ground, but it immediately corrected its steps and stood upright again.

Charcoal watched her children, her demeanor also seemed excited.

For some reason, she suddenly ran to the front of one of the cubs, crouched with her rear in the air, and had a staring contest with the little wolf.

Just as the little wolf looked utterly confused, Charcoal, as if electrocuted, suddenly sprang up, speeding away like a gust of black wind, grinning and lolling her tongue.

She looked rather silly!

Silly happy.

The little black wolf cub returned to Mizzle, bumping its head against her cheek, rubbing against her affectionately, pushing its nose against her face and neck, licking her nose and lips with its tongue, its slender tail wagging back and forth.

Mizzle watched her child with tender eyes, then turned her head away again.

The tourists outside chattered excitedly, "Haha, the little wolf cub is cuddling with its mother! Look how happy it is."

"Hehe, such a clingy little thing."

"The cubs are cute after all, it seems all animal babies are adorable."

"Such a warm and loving family!"

"We just saw the family of golden hair monkeys too, they're so loving! But the daddy monkey is quite naughty, pulling the little monkey's tail."

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"The father wolf is handsome as well, but he seems a bit dumb! No idea why he's running around like that."

A mother accompanying her children, upon seeing the interaction between Little Black and Mizzle, reminisced about the days when her child was a baby, and a smile couldn't help but spread across her face!

Waving something in front of the baby's eyes, like a small bowl or toy, they would watch with wide, innocent eyes, sometimes even clapping and laughing, extremely adorable.

Now they were holding onto her hand, incessantly asking, "Mom! Is the puppy being affectionate with the wolf mom?"

The mother replied helplessly, "It's being affectionate, but that's a little wolf not a puppy!"

The child insisted, "It really is a puppy, look they are black and the mother wolf is gray, they don't look the same! Little Gray Gray, the child of Big Big Wolf, is gray."

"Why is that big wolf black?"

"Hmm... because it's the Wolf King! So it looks different."

The mother was left utterly exasperated, finding each stage of her child's development had its own mix of cuteness and irritating annoyances.

Liu Wei watched this scene, his perceptions somewhat upturned!

Although he had never seen a wolf before, he had always thought of wolves as cruel, cunning creatures, possibly an impression formed from textbooks? He still remembered the phrase "The wolf in front feigns sleep to trick its prey."

But now, the family of wolves looked quite affectionate.

The wolf cub lay on Mizzle's hind legs and tail, looked at its mother, tugging her white neck fur with its paw, then exposed its belly as if to say: Mommy, play with me!

Mizzle glanced at her child but paid it no heed.

The little wolf was still too young, its walk wobbly, lacking much strength.

Butting her with her head, pushing her with his paws, tugging at her fur, Little Black felt hardly any sensation and lacked any interest in playing.

By lying there, she became a shelter from the wind, allowing her cubs to come over and act spoiled—the best companionship there was.

At this stage, the wolf cubs' most suitable playmates were their own siblings.

Another gray wolf cub approached!

Upon discovering the best spot for cuddling was already taken by a sibling, it seemed a bit lost.

The black wolf cub lying on the ground, belly up, kicked at Howie.

Come play!

The two cubs immediately started tussling!

Howie pounced, trying to bite Little Black's belly, while Little Black kicked at Howie, craned his neck attempting to bite back at Howie's neck—neither giving way to the other.

They played, joyfully wagging their tails.

Little Black appeared to be stronger, flipping Howie over, now it was his turn to be on top, holding Howie down, not letting him get up, biting his nape.

Mizzle didn't intervene, letting the two cubs roughhouse beside her!

Two other cubs were also chasing and frolicking one after the other in the grass.

The cubs' play was an instinctive behavior, not only for fun but also a rehearsal for the hunting process, training their control of strength. If they were too rough, their companions wouldn't want to play with them.

Other wolves in the pack occasionally came over to watch the cubs play, and even tried to get close and show affection to the cubs.

Charcoal also decided how to treat each approach based on the varying degrees of closeness within the pack.

Loyal flunky Doudou could get as close as two meters to admire his lively and healthy offspring, while the less friendly Black Back, who kept his distance at seven or eight meters, received a snarl and defensive stance, leaving him to slink away begrudgingly.

Lame Leg and Missing Ear, two old wolves, seemed particularly interested in the cubs.

Missing Ear periodically came over to take a look, while Lame Leg simply lay on a nearby rock, quietly watching the cubs' antics.

The visitors outside, observing the old wolves' aged demeanor, couldn't help but speculate.

Did they reminisce about their own youth and playing with peers?

Or did they understand that the cubs represented the continuation and legacy of the pack, and thus held them in high regard?

Or were they simply attracted by the cubs' lively and healthy appearance?

As they played, Howie got up from the ground and circled behind Mizzle.

He looked back, but Little Black didn't chase after him!

Puzzled, Howie circled back, only to find Little Black, that unethical wolf, snuggling with Mizzle and secretly nursing on a delectable Mimi.

Envious, Howie hurriedly wedged into Mizzle's embrace for a taste as well.

Mizzle decided to lie on her back, letting the two little rascals nurse to their heart's content.

The wolf cubs were no longer just nursing; they also ate meat, which Charcoal and Mizzle chewed up and spat out for them.

Whether nursing or eating meat, the cubs vied eagerly, knowing that eating more meant growing stronger.

After a while, Mizzle felt it was about time to head back—they had breathed enough fresh air and soaked up plenty of sun.

The cubs were still too fragile and needed to stay in the den.

She stood up and let out a howl, calling for her children to follow her back.