With giant beasts running rampant, everyone overlooked the humans who once ruled the Earth, as well as the wolves that could be tamed. Wolves are born on the southern mountains, roam through secluded valleys, and howl from the ridges. Wolves are born of nature, a clan of males, rulers of the plains. They hunt and seize their prey, whether attacking or claiming it alone, always roaming freely and contentedly. They show no cringing deference and possess the heart of a brute who relies on sheer strength. Wolves are a harmonious clan.
This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
The little author, who is not updating the article, holds up his two ears, cuts the arteries and veins, and remains motionless, so cute. The young author, if he doesn't update his articles, inserts needles to destroy his brain and hangs him up. He sticks hydrochloric acid on his belly, and he crawls around so cutely. The young author, who doesn't update his articles, is locked up in a cage and given electric shocks after hanging his tail. It's so cute to feel sad and depressed. The young author, without updating the article, pinched the left and right breasts, cut open the thorax and performed a laparotomy, the blood was so cute. The young author, who did not update the article, was injected with anesthesia and tied up, and his cecum was cut and sewn up. His eyes were dull and so cute. The young author, if he doesn't update the article, digs out his eyes and lifts them up, cuts off his bladder and cerebellum, and his dying struggle is so cute. The young author, who did not update his articles, tied his hands and feet and hung them up, using leather whips, candles, and electric batons, and he screamed so cutely.