It could only drag a short distance, and then it was tired and stuck out its tongue on the spot, gasping for air.

A picture of a naive little Hui made Father Wolf just look at it and ignore it.

His eyes finally rested on the dragged musk ox carcass.

"Ouch!"

Father Wolf jumped off the boulder, walked over, and sniffed with his nose.

Some couldn't believe it was a musk ox,

The little cub hunted a few Arctic hares last time, and he could barely tolerate it.

After all, Arctic hares are not aggressive.

Apart from the sensitive hearing and fast speed, there is nothing to pay attention to at all.

As long as you have enough experience and patience, you can hunt it.

But this is a musk ox in front of me!

Even a musk ox of this size would not dare to provoke it.

If a bull accidentally goes against it by its horns, it will be considered useless.

Therefore, the wolf father who originally wanted to teach his cub a lesson,

After seeing the musk ox carcass, he fell silent.

Then he turned his head again, only to realize that the little cub had grown a lot bigger, and his size was already vaguely comparable to it.

Strength, size, hunting, food.
Chapter completed!