The confirmation of this situation made the old wolf overjoyed, and the little gray wolf regarded the old wolf as his only family and support. After losing his parents and brothers, the only familiar scent the little gray wolf had was that of the old wolf.
The old wolf affectionately licked the cub, let out a low howl, indicating that he needed to leave for a while and that the little gray wolf should stay quiet and obediently in the cave.
The little gray wolf rubbed nervously against the old wolf's chin, seemingly afraid of the old wolf leaving, howling as it tried to follow the old wolf.
Under normal circumstances, wolf cubs will begin to leave their dens around one month old.
However, since the wolf cubs were born when winter was approaching, they were too young to stay in the icy and snowy conditions, as the cold wind and snow would easily take their tender lives.
Disease is a more ruthless and helpless way of dying for wild animals. No wild animal is unafraid of disease, and an experienced old wolf would never make such a basic mistake.
The older wolf cannot accurately determine the number of days since the cub's birth, so it will not take the cub out of the den in the short term, at least not until it is certain that the cub is growing well enough.
"Awooo." The old wolf's howl was undeniable, and the little gray wolf lowered its head and obediently turned around and lay back in the grass.
The old wolf reached out its paw and patted its head to comfort it, then turned and left the cave without hesitation.
After crawling out of the den, the old wolf felt uncomfortable looking at the light outside, so it squinted its eyes before finally stepping out of the cave completely.
Outside, the snow was white and the world was silent. The raging snowstorm had stopped at some point. The white snow covered the hillside, and no other color could be seen around. The sparse trees were also covered by snow and dyed white. The exposed brown tree trunks were frozen with ice crystals, which had a unique beauty.
The wolf had no interest in appreciating the beautiful scenery. It turned over some branches and used them to cover the entrance of its den with snow, then hurriedly headed into the depths of the forest.
The snow cracked and sank under its claws, some sticking to its paws and leaving a series of plum blossom-like marks, which were then swept away one by one by its tail, which hung low like a broom.
The gifts of the first snow have long since vanished, and the treasures hidden in the snowdrifts have been searched and searched by countless treasure hunters. The old wolf no longer places his hopes on vain.
Knowing its physical strength was lacking, it didn't seek out large prey and invite trouble. Instead, it skillfully wandered around areas with hidden entrances, searching for rabbit burrows that still carried the scent of snow hares.
Snow hares are its most reliable prey, and also its least likely prey to pose a danger.
Before discovering the wolf den, the old wolf, knowing its fate in old age, probably wouldn't have compromised so much. It might have "made a big show" before it died to show that its ambition was still alive, or it might have sought out other wolf packs to follow behind and scavenge for scraps.
But now it is no longer a lone wolf. It no longer has to consider its own survival or the glory before its death, but the continuation of its will to live—that hungry gray wolf cub.
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