Hunt

Several werewolves were small in stature, clearly not yet adults.

Cang Nan looked at their slightly childish, furry faces and paused. The spiritual pressure he had used to suppress them instinctively withdrew back into his body.

The young werewolves were extremely nimble. The moment they felt the pressure lift, they sprang up from the ground with a whoosh and bolted.

Because they had not yet reached adulthood, their triangular pointed ears looked thick and oversized, trembling gently atop their heads as they ran.

Watching the little werewolves flee for their lives, Cang Nan could not help finding them somewhat comical and cute.

But no matter how cute they were, he still had to catch them first.