The little wolf that had just been born didn't have much strength, its legs were weak and wobbly, making walking very difficult. Falling over a few times would only benefit its growth without any harm.
Suming bent down to check the mother wolf's chest and sure enough, it was dry and shriveled, with hardly any milk.
It made sense, considering the mother wolf's age. In human terms, she would be at least sixty years old. For her to still be able to give birth was a miracle in itself, so of course, there was no chance she could have much milk.
"Who would have thought that I, the grand bigmonster, would one day find myself playing the role of a wet nurse!" Suming chuckled as he unscrewed the milk bottle and passed the nipple through the bars.
But he wasn't offering it to the cub, but to the mother wolf first.
The mother wolf sniffed the scent from the nipple, then somewhat puzzledly stuck out her tongue and licked it.
