The silver Wolf raised its head and was still howling. Its nose was wet from the rain, and the fur on its face was sticking close to its ears.
Perhaps it was because it was seriously injured, or perhaps it was because it was drenched in the rain and soaked in the water, it was extremely cold. Its whole body was shaking, and its hind legs were hanging limply, unable to even move.
When song Qing was young, it had kicked its injured leg several times, and its nostrils made 'wuwu' warning sounds, but it could not stand up at all except for a few splashes of water.
Its green eyes were alert. The next moment, song Qing's small hand grabbed the fur on the back of its neck and lifted it up.
A large amount of water dripped down from its abdomen and feet. Her bending motion blocked most of the rain.
'Wuuu ...' The giant Silver Wolf bared its teeth. It was frightened by her action. With a fierce expression, it tilted its head and bit song qingxiao's arm.
