Water droplets clung to its curved eyelashes, dripping and gathering with the sound of rain. Suddenly, the old wolf felt very hot, the heat spreading from its heart to its entire body. Then, it gasped for breath, as if its nostrils were blocked. Its listless spirit made its mind increasingly muddled.
It vaguely remembered hearing the tender cry of a little gray wolf...
Its hazy eyes couldn't open, its heavy eyelids seemed glued shut, and it felt its body getting warmer, as if it had returned to its mother's embrace...
The pattering rain began to fade into the distance, gradually turning into the howls of wolves—joyful, arduous, angry—all sorts of howls filled the air. The old wolf, half-asleep, thought, "They've returned..."
"Ouch!"
A heart-wrenching roar suddenly exploded in his mind, pausing the old wolf's chaotic thoughts before they quickly cleared.
His heavy eyes suddenly opened, and his thick vision began to clear.
The gray wolf looked at the old wolf with delight as it opened its eyes. It anxiously leaned against the old wolf and howled softly, trying to cheer the old wolf up.
The old wolf looked at the little gray wolf with a smile in its eyes. It looked at the little gray wolf seriously, at the wolf cub it had raised with its own hands. It was seven months old. The seven-month-old wolf cub had already learned to hunt, to hide, and to survive well in the forest.
"Awooo..." A weak howl rang out in the raindrops, and then the old wolf's head slowly drooped, and its cloudy eyes closed again.
A thunderous roar suddenly sounded.
"Aww—!"
"
The little gray wolf's howl rose higher and higher with the thunder, but the old wolf lay quietly under the tree, its wet fur appearing even darker in the flashes of lightning.
The long calls went unanswered. The little gray wolf stood there blankly, beside the old wolf, using himself as a giant umbrella to steadfastly shelter the old wolf from the wind and rain, hoping that the old wolf would open his eyes again.
The summer downpour came suddenly and stopped quickly, the clouds dispersed and the wind cleared, and the sun shone on the earth again.
Under the tree, the sound of raindrops pattered intermittently. The lone gray wolf still stood there, its head bowed in dejection, looking at the old wolf with its eyes closed, not daring to test its presence.
The heavy rain soaked its fur, outlining its thin frame. After a long while, the little gray wolf suddenly rushed out, heading towards the forest, blindly and persistently searching for something.
The rainwater on its body was blown away by the wind and dried by the sun. The disheveled little gray wolf was no longer wet. It finally turned around and ran towards the direction under the tree.
Back under the tree, the little gray wolf lay down, letting the muddy rainwater soak its fur. It gently leaned against the motionless old wolf, whose cold body showed no signs of life.
The little gray wolf stood up, carefully licking the old wolf's fur, then dragged the emaciated old wolf along, step by step, slowly moving forward in one direction.
The sunken, collapsed hillside gradually came into view. There was a sunken cave in the collapsed slope, not deep, only a meter deep, but it was big enough to hold the old wolf's emaciated body.
The old wolf was put into the den it had found. The little gray wolf lay down beside the den, its messy, muddy head close to the old wolf's, just as the old wolf had tried to keep it warm during a snowstorm. At this moment, it was also trying to keep the old wolf warm.
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"Boom—"
The roar of the avalanche was terrifying, like the collapse of a hillside in my memory once again.
Lost in his memories, the Snow Wolf King suddenly snapped back to reality. He blinked his icy blue eyes, and the moisture in them vanished.
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