I Became The Chief of A Primitive Village

Ye Jiu and the others followed Rolly through the grassland, all of them remaining on high alert.

They scanned their surroundings while moving forward, keeping watch on thefeastng wolf pack in the distance.

“Don’t they leave any food for their cubs?” Da Gua asked.

Wa Ming glanced at the feeding wolf pack in the distance and said, “Maybe they’ll hunt more after they’re full, or perhaps bring some meat back?”

“What does the Shaman want their cubs for? They’re too small to eat,” Shu Feng wondered.

Everyone followed the black cat with curiosity until they reached a small cave. The cave was not very large, and did not look out of place on the vast grassland. It was similar to a mouse hole in the ground, with an entrance large enough for three Rollys to walk through side by side. Though, the interior was quite spacious.

“Look. There are so many Wolf Cubs inside,” Wa Ming immediately spotted the black, grey, and brown Wolf Cubs.

There were about twenty cubs in the cave, not particularly few, but not too many either.

Since the Three Tailed Wolf pack had nearly eighty adult wolves, twenty-something cubs was a normal number.