She jumped twice, returned to the silver wolf, raised her little head, and showed off happily.

"Hmm?"

(Is it beautiful?)

"roar."

(pretty.)

The silver wolf looked at the little female tenderly, not knowing whether he was praising the flower or the fox.

Just as he was about to take the little fox back to the den, he suddenly smelled a strange scent.

His hair suddenly stood up, and he quickly protected his partner behind him, baring his sharp fangs and intimidating ferociously.

"roar!"

(Get out!)

There was a rustling sound in the grass, and five gray wolves walked out slowly with their tails between their legs and heads lowered.

They did not show any hostility, but instead lay on the ground in a submissive posture, and roared excitedly to the sky.

“Ouch—”

(Wolf King, we finally found you!)

The silver wolf did not let down its guard, but continued to roar and threaten, arching its strong body in an attacking posture.

Seeing him so defensive, the gray wolves looked at each other in bewilderment. Their excited hearts seemed to be poured with a handful of cold water, and the rest of their words were stuck in their mouths.

When the situation was tense, a white-haired old man walked out with a long sigh.

"Zheng'er, it's been a while since we last met. How have you been these years?"

"roar?"

(Witch doctor grandpa?)

Seeing the person coming, the silver wolf was startled. Its tense body relaxed a little, and the sharp murderous intent in its golden eyes also subsided a little.

The witch doctor looked at the majestic silver wolf with a complex look, one of surprise, regret, and relief...

After all, he was an old and experienced man. He quickly calmed down and persuaded them earnestly.

"Zheng'er, now I have the support of half of the tribe, please come back with me."

"Go back and challenge the Wolf King."

"Take back your place."