The wolf cub in the cave was very small, almost mistaken by Wang Chen for a month-old puppy due to its fur color matching that of the gray wolf beside it.
Curled up at the bottom of the pit, the cub lifted its head tremblingly after hearing its mother's mournful howls, emitting a very soft and low response.
The entrance of the pit was narrow, just as wide as two bowl mouths.
But the depth was close to one and a half meters.
Even under the cover of night, Wang Chen couldn't see the whole picture inside, but it wasn't hard to guess that the cub must have been injured when it fell.
He also realized that the reason the two wolves appeared on the road beside the ravine was likely in search of passersby to help rescue their cub.
The adult gray wolves were large, their bodies too big to fit into the pit, and they did not have the ingenuity of humans, unable to pull out the cub with just their claws.
