Zhao Zhan's grip on the hilt of his knife did not loosen. he followed the pack of wolves for two hours in the forest.
It had snowed some time ago, and the road in the forest was full of snowy mud. The snow and water mixed with the mud, and there was a thin wolf in the middle that was directly stuck in the mud.
The pack of wolves looked at him in unison. Zhao Zhan braced himself and walked over to pull the wolf's claws out of the mud.
Zhao Zhan followed them all the way to the temporary resting place of the wolves.
When he found the corpses of several wolves in the middle of their habitat, and a few female wolves whimpering as if they were on the verge of death, Zhao Zhan finally understood why the wolves were looking for him.
