"This..."
Were those two still on a trial? Why did it seem like they were on a picnic instead?
The spectating beasts were flabbergasted. The red Ancestral Wolf totem meant to test the Werewolf King's might was being used as a cloak to block the heat for the Serpentine Queen.
Wide-eyed and open-mouthed, the beasts watched this scene with disbelief.
Did the Werewolf King's brain get damaged by the heat?
How could he use the totem that represented the Ancestral Wolf, the first and only lykan of the Werewolf Clan, as a tool to provide his mate comfort?
Didn't his wolf soul cry out in anguish to witness such a spectacle?
"I'm just wondering...is it possible to become muddled from too much mating?" A female leopard couldn't help but ask out loud.
"It could be possible. Looking at our King's behavior, it's the only reasonable explanation I can think of."
"Or maybe...the Werewolf King's feelings for his mate are real and true."
