In a primeval forest filled with all kinds of dangers, especially for ordinary beasts without sufficient intelligence, staying alive was no easy task.
Woodland Coyote.
Although its name carried the suffix "wolf," this medium-to-small creature, which grew to no more than a meter in length even after reaching adulthood, could really only be considered a close relative of wolves.
To a certain extent, calling them "dogs" would not have been an especially serious mistake.
Woodland Coyotes were carnivores, without a doubt. But limited by their size and habits, even in the forests of his previous life, they could hardly be considered to stand at the top of the food chain.
Not to mention this fantastical world, where Transcendent Power existed and countless powerful magical beasts dwelled.
On the other hand, however, the dense Magic Particles in the air had given this primeval forest, still undiscovered by intelligent beings, far richer natural resources than the modern world possessed.
Grey Rabbits, Pheasants, fawns—prey that could be found almost everywhere. They perhaps made the environment itself more dangerous, but they also meant the Coyotes rarely had to suffer hunger.
It was precisely because of this that the abundant milk produced by the rich nutrition supported by the pack had allowed this Coyote mother guarding the den to nurse her five Wolf Cubs to health, safely carrying them through the newborn stage, when mortality rates were highest and danger was greatest.
Of course, for a newborn Woodland Coyote, this was only the first hurdle it had to overcome in its life.
Cold and hypothermia, cave-ins, torrential rain and floods, disease and parasites, predators—
For a wild animal without any protection, truly growing to adulthood was no easy matter.
Now, even though she already had experience raising cubs, the Wolf Mother only dared to bring