People in the village say that if you touch a dead person, you can touch a treasure.
It's better for me, I didn't touch the treasure, I touched a wolf.
As the leader of an army, he was like a wolf king. He was killed by a traitor. Unexpectedly, he was taken home by a local dog (you can call him a big pastoral dog in a more civilized way) and raised.
Is it healthy to raise wolves?
Can you afford it?
Come on, whoever is playing doesn't know yet.
This article is not about animals interfering with animals, nor is it people interfering with animals. It is just a story about a dog villager with a long reflex arc who picked up a paralyzed wolf general.
It will be completed in the near future. It is neither artistic nor elegant nor shy.
It's just convulsions.
Okay, I admit that this is the story of the legendary scumbag who fell into the hands of Daishou.