The Little Silver Wolf was all gallant and indomitable, tilting his small head to one side, but the drooping little ears and the occasionally twitching little nose gave away his thoughts.
With a pitiful look in his little eyes, he glanced at Ji Nuan from time to time. However, he noticed that the little-female cub was not looking at him and his tail fell unhappily on the beast skin.
After sorting out today's herbs, and drying them outside, under the guidance of Grandma Shaman, Ji Nuan learned about a few new herbs.
"Shan Zaizai, you will be 29 this winter, won't you?" Grandma Shaman's abrupt question startled Ji Nuan.
After thinking for a while, she nodded, "Yes, I will be 29 next year. Why, Grandma?"
The Shaman applied the herbs in her hand to a wound on Fu Yi's back: "Then you can think of a name for yourself. Every cub gets an official name when they become adults.
