Luring the Wolf into the House
On the grasslands, knives were generally very sharp.
Knives were even more common in the Pastoral Area. They were essential household tools, and their uses were similar to chopsticks and spoons. There was simply no way to regulate them.
The Old Hunter swiftly cut open the frozen beef, dividing off a piece weighing seven or eight pounds. With a husky's teeth, it was no challenge at all.
The rest went to those mastiffs wagging their tails. Don't expect the village mastiffs to have much self-restraint. If an outsider fed them, they would definitely eat.
A weak, incomplete wolf howl came from the distance. Why call it incomplete?
"Awwoo!~ Woof..."
The husky had finally revealed its true nature. It could no longer keep pretending. Life was just too difficult.
The unbearable position of one wolf and one dog slowly came undone, and the two finally separated.
Satisfied, the husky entered Sage Time. It finally remembered that it still had a pooper-scooper owner, abandoned the gray-and-white Wolf King, and scampered back.
The master of the Field Camp was going home!
After running two steps, it sat down right where it was. In broad daylight, it brazenly spread its hind legs and stuck out its big tongue to lick its weapon several times. Its battle record was truly impressive.
A poem served as proof:
The woods are dark, the grass quivers in the wind; At night, the general draws his bow.
At dawn, they search for the white-feathered arrow; It has sunk deep into the stone's edge.
The pooper-scooper owner, carrying the chunk of meat, rolled his eyes so hard they nearly turned white. He really couldn't bear to look.
Fortunately, Vagrancy Crime had been removed from Criminal Law in 1997. If it acted so brazenly like