In fact, no one will keep a dying wolf if they keep pets.

Pets are kept for companionship, but if you want to keep an animal that is destined to leave soon, the owner is often the one who is sad in the end.

The pasha wanted to take care of it, half with sympathy and half with respect.

Natural selection in nature, but there are also many emotional moments that cannot be explained.

Human beings will be shocked and moved by the actions these animals can do for the sake of race, companions, and cubs.

"Evidently knowing that leaving the pack would lead to death, I still left the wolf pack to save a ration." Pasha looked at the old wolf licking its mouth after eating, and sighed: "It's quite admirable."

Reyde glanced at him: "If you and I are in danger at the same time, I will also find a way to keep you alive."

Pasha was startled when he heard the words, he was both moved and funny, "Don't worry, one day I will cook up oil and eat you first."

Reyde hooked the corners of his lips, "Yeah."

The two realized that they fell outside the door again.

It's useless for them to take care of each other. If the old wolf runs away, they can't force it back.

So it still depends on whether it can understand what Pasha and the others mean, and stay away from the wooden house, or come over for dinner regularly.

A creature like a wolf that relies on a team to fight is not good enough alone, but fortunately it is very smart. The two of them stared at each other for a while, only to find that the other was slowly and weakly walking back on the cotton coat.

Maybe it was because there was food here, maybe it was because they sensed the kindness of Pasha and the others, or they simply resigned to their fate.

The body is curled up into a ball, the large bald tail covers the belly, and the long mouth is buried in the front paws.

A decadent sense of 'I'm going to die anyway, it's the same everywhere'.

It was so painful to watch, the Pasha thought.

"Don't look at it, be careful to scare it away."

"Let me make some meatballs tonight, make more, and feed the rest of the broth."

"Well... just meat is not enough. Unlike cats, dogs are pure carnivores, and vitamins and minerals must be supplemented. I remember you have a bottle of calcium tablets... I don't think you are deficient in calcium, you can feed it... ..."

Pasha muttered worryingly, then turned around and saw Resid, who was staring at him faintly.

Pasha's scalp was numb from his gaze: "What, what are you doing?"

Reyde snorted coldly, turned around and sat by the fire, his back exuding a thick black air.

Pasha:? ? ?What's wrong?

Regardless of the inexplicably angry guy, Pasha thought about how to replenish the old wolf's body.

He recalled the nutritious meals he had learned from his father in his previous life, and the pet meals he had seen online. He thawed out the meat, cleaned the knives and cutting boards, and prepared to make meatballs.

In fact, it is best to make meatballs with fresh meat, so that the Q bombs are chewy.

But now they don't have this condition, so they can just make it ordinary and loose, which is also suitable for the old wolf's teeth.

Even if you want to add calcium tablets, you don’t have to do it alone. When the time comes, just crush the calcium tablets into powder and pour them into the broth, but you must pay attention to the amount of salt.

The Pasha rolled up his sleeves, and started to work enthusiastically while thinking.

Cooking is almost imprinted in his bones. He has been cutting pies in the kitchen since he was very young. Although he has been unfamiliar with it for a long time, even if there are no star chefs to make delicious food, it is not bad.

I just don't know what's going on, Resid has such a good appetite today.

Pasha watched him elegantly and swiftly insert meatballs one by one, countless balls disappeared into his mouth, and could not hold back a small beep:

"Eat less, save some for Qiuqiu."

Qiuqiu, Pasha's nickname for the old wolf, although this cute name is a bit inconsistent with others.

Reyde paused as he opened his mouth to swallow the meat, then gave Pasha a hard look, put down the fork and said coldly: "I don't want to eat." Wiping his mouth, he picked up the book and went to the stove to turn his back on him. with him.

Pasha: "..."

After a while, before Pasha could react, he stood up abruptly, picked up the pot of meatballs left on the table, sat down by the stove, squeezed them with his hands and stuffed them into his mouth.

After stuffing it, he pursed his lips on purpose, and let out a sneer from time to time.

"..."

The corner of Pasha's mouth twitched slightly: This guy, it's okay for you to steal food from others!

There was no way, and he couldn't go to Reyde's mouth to pick out the meatballs, so he had to put down his chopsticks to thaw the meat first, and make another serving at night.

When he got it outside, he was still worried that the ball would bite him, but in the end, he just raised his eyes and glanced at him, then lay back on his stomach without even moving.

"Hehe, you're quite calm." Pasha put the food down for it from a distance, and seeing its unfazed appearance, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it looked like Reyed!

"Woo~"

Qiuqiu let out a growl from his throat, sniffed at Pasha with his big nose, as if wondering why a person still smelled like a tiger.

Seeing that it was so obedient, Pasha reached out and tried to touch it, but it avoided it.

Qiuqiu, who was given a false name, lowered his head, stuck his mouth into the basin, and ate meatballs soaked in broth, with his big tail hanging between his hind legs, motionless.

Halfway through eating, he occasionally raised his eyelids to look at Pasha.

That look is like saying 'do you want to eat'.

"I don't eat, you eat."

Hiss - this wolf is too obedient, is it really not someone's wolf dog that ran out?Pasha propped his head on his hands and watched it finish eating, then took the basin into the house, and by the way went to the box to find a coral fleece blanket that was not very useful to reinforce its nest.

It's cold at night, and the hair on Qiuqiu's back is bald. I hope I don't freeze to death at night.

Sleeping at night and laying down under the quilt, a 1.9-meter-tall Russian cat was hugged by his back. Pasha pulled down the quilt in heat, listening to the fire and the cold wind outside, he was a little worried about whether he would see Qiuqiu tomorrow.

The slightly cool and soft hands first embraced the lower abdomen, and then slipped in close to the hem of the pajamas, touching from the stomach to the chest.

Pasha gradually regained his senses, his face darkened, and he grabbed someone's paw.

"Don't make trouble!"

Reyed hummed softly, leaned over his shoulders and lazily pressed on him, and pressed his forehead against his forehead, pecking and kissing Pasha's lips and the tip of his nose time after time.

The deep voice was soft and coquettish: "My stomach is uncomfortable..."

"Who told you to eat so much?"

Pasha frowned when he heard him grunting and complaining, rubbing his stomach in this position with great effort.

Reyde looked at the hard-spoken and soft-hearted man, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his chest pressed against his chest, feeling Pasha's body temperature, "What were you thinking just now?"

Pasha subconsciously said, "I'm thinking about Qiuqiu."

Reyde paused with a smile, clicked, his face was drawn long, the baby's blue eyes narrowed unhappily, and he said darkly, "Since you miss it so much, why don't you bring it home."

Hearing his sarcasm, the Pasha was helpless: "Dear little Reisyid, can we not be so childish? You even eat the vinegar of animals?"

"You're an animal too."

"...Yes, yes, there's nothing wrong with it, humans are animals too." Pasha sighed, "But I'm not stupid, after all, Qiuqiu is a wild wolf, what if it bites if you put it in the house?"

The reason why wild animals are called wild animals is because they have not been domesticated and are dangerous.

It's one thing to sympathize, it's another to sympathize so badly that you don't even want to die.

After hearing this, Reyde softened his expression in satisfaction, and fiddled with Pasha solemnly.

"do not!"

Pasha's face gradually turned red, and he pushed him away, "I still get up early tomorrow..."

"It's okay, just digest the food."

"..."

Cooperating with you, you treat this as a sport, right? !

【The author has something to say】:.

Although the backstage is still not good, the young lady said that it can be repaired almost tomorrow.

In addition, the outline of my new article is also finished, hee hee, I guess it will be done next month.

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