The wolfhound was larger than the little boy and it needed to lower its head to see him.
Dogs are naturally gentle toward children. What more a wolfhound who was already a domesticated spirit beast.
However, the wolfhound did not speak, fearful that it would scare him.
It used its head to wipe the little boy's tears as if silently comforting him.
Indeed, the little boy stopped crying and started to laugh, using his small hands to pat the wolfhound's head.
However…
Just as the wolfhound was about to help the little boy up, a hateful voice spoke from behind.
"Where did this dog come from? Stay further away from my grandchild!"
This voice… could not be more familiar to the wolfhound.
Its big body also stiffened as it turned its head around to look, somewhat stunned. It saw an old woman running over with a broom in her hands as she angrily shouted, "Quickly get lost! Otherwise, I will beat you to death today!"
