Chapter 1114 - 357: Thieves, Turn for the Better
This snow disaster affected not only millions of common people but also endangered the lives of countless animals. As the snow accumulated day by day, birds could not find seeds or insects, grazing animals could not find grass roots or moss, and predators found hunting increasingly difficult... Many animals starved or froze to death in the heavy snowfall.
As the former leader of a wolf pack, Dabai had an indelible bond with his clan. Although he was now living with Mo Yan, he couldn’t ignore the plight of his pack. This time, several of the old and infirm wolves in his pack had died from the cold and hunger, and more than ten wolf cubs that had not yet matured also perished.
The cubs carry the hope of an entire clan, and their death is a great loss to any species. This time, Dabai brought back all the cubs from his clan that could not hunt, a total of thirteen.
Including the various tiger cubs, wolf cubs, and even bear cubs that had been brought back previously by the four beasts, the Mo Family now had twenty-five young predators.
The only one who had never brought a cub home was Mao Tuan, who had grown up with Mo Yan from a young age and was not a social animal. Having no contact with the tigers in the mountains, it felt no kinship with its own kind.
While the other four beasts went into the mountains to deliver food every day, Mao Tuan would nestle at home, either eagerly following Mo Yan in and out or amusing itself by rolling in the snow.
As for the dozens of birds previously trained, they also had good companions. So, Mo Yan often prepared small sacks for them, filled with millet, for them to take to their friends. She also placed several bowls in the corner of the wall every day, similarly filled with millet or leftover food, where birds often lined up along the yard wall begging for food.
With so many cute little creatures at home, nobody was more delighted than Zhenzhen and the others. Because of their relationship with Mao Tuan and Little Flower, they were filled with love for these little ones. They would personally feed the cubs every day before reluctantly leaving at Mo Yan’s urging.
The cubs were placed in an unoccupied room in the front yard, their sleeping area covered with dry straw and used quilts, and with two vigorously burning charcoal braziers, so even without snuggling in their parents’ embrace, they wouldn’t feel cold.