Two lonely stars, two-way redemption · No misunderstandings, no pursuit of the wife in the crematorium · Stupid and loyal dog wolf orc
Bone Thorn wandered alone in the wilderness for six years. When he was thirteen years old, he ran away from a tribe that was slaughtered. His hands were covered with knife calluses. He knew how to hunt and trim bones and find underground rivers that others could not find. He didn't even dare to think about "who to wait for tomorrow".
Until she picked up a giant silver-gray wolf that was about to expire in a gravel ditch.
The young leader of the pure-blooded wolf tribe in the north was stabbed in the back with his neck broken and thrown out of the ice field. He crawled to the southern continent with half his life. When he woke up, he only saw her at first sight.
His memory is broken into pieces, and he cannot speak complete sentences. His ears always betray his emotions before his face: when he is happy, he turns forward, when he is shy, he sticks flat into his silver hair, and when he is pinched, the tip of his ear can numb him for half a quarter of an hour.
He squatted in the sun for three days and three nights, took the hardest wolf rib from his chest, carved her name on it, and pressed the warm domino into her hand.
"Wolf bones are for hire. My life is yours."
Later, all the wandering merchants in the wilderness knew that the girl with short hair and a bone dagger was always accompanied by a giant silver wolf that could directly knock the wolf king away.
If anyone dared to lay a finger on her, he would show his fangs and push the person into the sand. He turned around and immediately came to her side, holding the tip of her ear out for her to touch.
