"Hmm?"
(Really?)
Moon Fox blinked in disbelief.
In the beast world, orcs who cannot transform are extremely unwelcome and even reduced to associating with primitive beasts.
Although moon foxes are precious females, they are unable to transform into human form after reaching adulthood and cannot give birth to the next generation of orcs.
In addition, his only relative returned to the arms of the Beast God, but with no one to protect him, he was cruelly abandoned by the tribe on the grounds of food shortage in winter.
She originally thought that A Zheng was also an orc who couldn't transform, so she wanted to huddle with him for warmth.
I never thought...
"Well, I swear to the Beast God that I will never betray Yue'er."
Zheng held the little fox in his hands, raised it to his eyes, looked into the beautiful silver eyes, and swore a pious oath.
The tip of Moon Fox's nose felt sore, and moisture filled his eyes. His crystal pupils became more and more translucent, as if melted by a pool of moonlight.
She pounced on the man's neck, wrapped her whole body around him, rubbing her mouth against him and whimpering coquettishly.
"Mmmmm~"
(A Zheng is so nice~)
Zheng kissed the tip of the little fox's nose, a gentle smile appeared between his brows, diluting the previous coldness.
The winter in the animal world is exceptionally long.
A month later, the snow was still falling heavily, and there were fewer and fewer prey. It was unknown how many orcs died in the cave.
Fortunately, the silver wolf was powerful and the moon fox had a keen sense of smell, so with the combined efforts of the two beasts, they never went hungry.
In the cave, the two animals, having eaten and drunk their fill, began to lick each other's fur, their movements already very familiar.
However, after learning that Silver Wolf could transform, Moon Fox gained a new entertainment activity.
On the stone bed, a handsome man was leaning back, his upper body naked, revealing his strong and muscular body.
A little fox lay on his chest, stretching out its pink and tender pads and stepping on the full and elastic pectoral muscles again and again.
A pair of fox eyes narrowed into crescent shapes, a gurgling sound came out of the throat, the expression was intoxicated, and he was addicted to stepping on the milk.
Zheng smiled indulgently and tried his best to relax his stiff muscles so as not to hurt the little pads.
He stretched out his broad palm and gently stroked her back. Her snow-white fur was shiny and smooth, fluffy and soft to the touch, making him unable to let go.
The atmosphere in the cave was warm, but the wolf tribe thousands of miles away was shrouded in dark clouds.
In a spacious cave, herbs, animal skins, and pieces of meat were scattered around...
An old man with a white beard was standing in front of a stone pot, boiling a dark green soup. An unpleasant smell filled the cave.
At this time, a strong gray wolf walked into the cave.
After shaking off the snowflakes from its fur, it instantly transformed into a strong man with a simple and honest face.
"Master witch doctor, five more of our tribesmen were found to have starved to death today, and the chief is furious."
"Oh, he has the nerve to get angry?"
The old man sneered, his aged face full of disgust.
"If he hadn't been so foolish and chased away the son of the previous Wolf King, how could our wolf tribe have fallen to this point?"
"Yes, born with golden eyes, how can one be considered an outlier? It's clearly the symbol of a king."
The strong man echoed indignantly.
The old man looked melancholy and sighed softly.
"Well, wait until spring and send another group of people to look for it."
"But... thirteen years have passed, and the world is full of dangers. Can he, a lone wolf, survive?"
Dozens of fruitless searches made the strong man inevitably pessimistic.
However, the old man remained calm and composed, without a trace of frustration.
He looked at the faint light coming through the cave, and a hint of fanaticism appeared in his turbid eyes.
“He’ll survive.”
"Son of the Wolf King, born with golden eyes and the blood of the Wolf God... he is destined to be unrivaled."
"It is also destined to lead our wolf tribe to prosperity."
The silver wolf who was being missed was completely unaware of this, as he was coaxing his little female to sleep.
After hearing a shallow breath from his chest, he transformed into a beast and held the little fox in his warm chest and abdomen.
The days are getting warmer day by day, the snow is melting, nourishing the earth, and tender green buds are emerging in the soil and on the treetops, welcoming the arrival of spring.
Inside the wolf tribe.
A team of wolves quietly embarked on an unknown journey, looking for the wolf king they secretly nominated.
What they didn't notice was that there was a pair of green eyes in the dark, watching their whereabouts.
After a while, furious roars rang out from an unusually spacious cave.
"What?! They actually went to look for that alien?"
"Damn it! That old man disobeyed me thirteen years ago, and now he's even more blatantly provoking me."
"Could it be that they want to overthrow this king?"
The wolf king slammed his claws hard on the stone wall, causing countless pieces of stone to fly.
But this alone could not vent the endless anger in his heart.
He stared at his men. In the dim cave, a pair of wolf eyes emitted a faint green light, and his voice was fierce and cold.
"Send twice as many people to follow them."
"Once you find that alien, bite and kill it on the spot."
"As you command, Lord Wolf King."
The subordinates obeyed the order respectfully, then quickly summoned the wolf warriors, followed the marks, and caught up with the previous team.
Half a month later, danger slowly approached, but Silver Wolf and Moon Fox were still playing carefree.
"Hmm!"
(That flower is so beautiful!)
The little fox stood on the giant wolf's back, commanding him forward with his head held high and chest puffed out, looking like a fox imitating the wolf's power.
However, Silver Wolf always responds to requests from his partner.
All his little tenderness was poured into the petite white fox in front of him.
"roar."
(Pick it.)
The moon fox jumped excitedly into the grass, bit off the tender green stem with its mouth, and held the pink flower in its mouth.
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