Si Yan sat relaxed at the cave entrance, looking toward the sun. Below it, there seemed to be a very tall mountain, its shape spiraling up, ring upon ring, like a huge pile of dung. The Silver Wolf Tribe lived at the foot of this dung-like mountain. She narrowed her eyes slightly.
In a trance, she felt as if something within the tall mountain was calling out to her.
"Mother," little Dongchi called out to her.
Si Yan hugged little Dongchi and sat on the ground. Little Dongchi had not yet completely lost his baby fat. Though his personality was tough, he was fragrant and soft when hugged.
Umm. Take a whiff. Blissful indeed! Fragrant and soft cubs are the best!
Dongchi instantly bristled, his face flushing to the roots of his neck in a flash. "Female, that's enough!"
He struggled to get up and escaped to the side, sitting there with a red face.
Si Yan looked at her empty hands, then at the cub who had his back to her, his ears a bright red.
