Qinghe chuckled softly, her appreciative gaze falling on the big fellow rubbing against the tree. Indeed, just as every leader molds their soldiers, under the tutelage of these clever Snow Wolves, even the forest animals had become cunning.
The Snow Wolves blissfully accepted Qinghe's praise, eyeing the stout tree trunk before them. If only their master could embrace and climb it too—how wonderful that would be! With no one else around, they could roll around, act spoilt, and play cute to their heart's content.
