I was sent to a wolf den - chapter 29

I thought, in the wolf pack I could live a life where I only need to open my mouth to be fed and hold out my hands to be dressed and lead an easy life, live like a parasite, lazy.

This was indeed the case at the beginning. In addition to the pillow talk with Brother Wolf every day, I waited for Brother Wolf to feed me. Brother Wolf often took wolves out to hunt, either to chase deer or chase cattle. I just need to stay in the wolf den and play with the rabbit.

The Brother Wolf would bring fresh meat back to me every day. It was the most tender and delicious part of the animal. The wolf family had a strict hierarchy. After the prey was killed, the wolf king would first eat, and the Brother Wolf always got the best. The meat was torn down and brought to me.

Brother Wolf was really kind to me. The wolf family was used to overeating and then not eating for days. A big bison could keep them full for a long time, but a dog like me can’t do this. I had to eat every day.

On days when he didn’t have to go hunting, Brother Wolf caught rabbits for me. Brother Wolf was really good. However, in recent days, Brother Wolf didn’t know what crazy thing happened, he alway wanted to do father and son play! (roleplay before x)

In the wolf family, only the wolf king and the head wolf had the right to mate. The female wolf had to hunt with the wolf pack, and the food of the little wolf cubs depended on the rumination of the parents. I had seen this scene.

The male wolf would swallow food and bring it back to the wolves den. The little wolf cubs couldn’t wait to lick the corner of his father’s or mother’s mouth. It was said that this could promote the peristalsis of the male wolf’s stomach and accelerate its rumination speed.

When the male wolf spit out the undigested food in the stomach, the little wolf cubs would swarm up and ate it with relish. They would find it delicious. But I, an adult dog, doubted the taste of food spit out of my stomach would be good. Then, I was fortunate to experience it for myself. On that day, Brother Wolf came back empty-handed and asked for a kiss.

I didn’t understand. I continued to play with rabbits and ignored him. Brother Wolf came to me, shot the rabbit far away, and looked nauseated.

Ok? Was he disgusted by me?

Brother Wolf again stretched his head to kiss. I tentatively took a lick. Brother Wolf had nausea again. I had an ominous hunch. He licked several more times.

Brother Wolf spit out a lot of meat …

Brother Wolf’s mouth was too large. The moment he opened his mouth, I thought he would bite me. I jumped a few meters away in fear.

Brother Wolf narrowed his eyes and looked at me with over exaggeration. I knew it was a sign of his anger. He must be sad as I was afraid of him. I shook my tail and walked back to lick the corner of his mouth which was wrinkled with anger. There was a smell of meat. Brother Wolf skimmed the meat on the ground. His meaning was clear.

I looked at the meat and looked at Brother Wolf. I could not give him a wolf cub, so I should at least occasionally satisfy his bad taste as a compensation. I licked the meat obediently two times. Brother Wolf’s eyes were all bright and he was inexplicably excited.

I licked another two times. Brother Wolf suddenly threw me down, bit the corner of my mouth that had the smell of food, and rubbed on me excitedly.

“Hey, what was this development? Don’t you let me eat it?”

I was dumb. First I thought he was disgusted by me. He obviously hadn’t played enough with me yet!

It didn’t take long for my days in which I could live a life where I only need to open my mouth to be fed came to an end.

Because the Brother Wolf fell in love with the roleplay.

When hunting, Brother Wolf not only wanted to take me with him, but also loved to let me take the lead. I hummed and chased a little calf, as both of my legs shaked. Hey, no matter how small, it was a bison. The sharp horns could kill me in minutes.

I chased it. I tried to do my best! But Brother Wolf obviously didn’t think so. He followed me leisurely, and when the bison wanted to fight back, he rushed to scare it, and then let me chase.

“Brother Wolf, keep awake! I’m a dog, and I can’t catch a bison in my life!”

I even doubted whether Brother Wolf wanted to exhaust me or the bison in this hunt.

It was amazing that when I got almost exhausted, Brother Wolf would throw me down and lick my sweaty hair, as if he rewarded me. At the same time, the wolves behind him would pounce on the bison, and ended that foolish hunt.

Over time, I felt that my physical strength improved. I won’t lose to a good police dog at all. There were many benefits, especially at night.

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