One person and one wolf were roasting clothes and fur. During this time, Wen Ran felt bored, so she found a fork, speared three fish from the river, tidied them up a bit, and began to roast them.
When the clothes dried, the fish was also cooked. Wen Ran took out some seasoning, sprinkled it generously, and took a big bite, her face twisting.
Damn!
When she was spearing the fish earlier, she must have punctured a bile sac—what a bitter taste!
She forced herself to swallow the fish with a strained neck and then, pretending to be calm, handed the fish to the lead wolf.
"Here, have a taste."
The lead wolf had too much trust in Wen Ran and opened its massive jaws, "Aowoo~"
"Aowoo, aowoo~"
The wolf howled, echoing throughout the valley.
It seemed delirious, as if possessed.
Wen Ran, looking gentle and refined, chewed the fish in small bites, occasionally flipping a small jacket.
Ah~ what a beautiful scene.
~
Having vented her frustration, Wen Ran felt much better.
