"So, what should he do?" Filin asked as he heard himself.

He put down what he was doing, drank the brandy, then poured it into his glass and looked into the room. "You ask Film, of course, because you noticed that Filmin unexpectedly had a good wife and many children?"

The sarcasm in his tone shocked Film, but before Filmin could react, he choked out laughing: "Forget what I said! What do you think you should do?"

Filin glared at him with a wry face.

"What went wrong in the first place?" Seeing that Filin didn't answer, he asked again: "Didn't you just tell Filin that you pursued her like a boy, and she treated you like a man? He drank half a glass of brandy and poured it for both of them.

"How?" Filin pleaded with him.

"It's like you're showing your masculinity somewhere else. Accept discipline and live for the task so you can't see her. If Filmin understands women, it doesn't mean she doesn't want to see you, remember. Look at yourself, your hair is like a pony's winter fur. Filin bets you've been wearing this shirt for a week, and you're as thin as a winter pony, and I doubt you'll be able to regain her respect. Eat something, groom every day, and for the sake of God Ada, do some exercise, don't hang around in the guardhouse, and find something to do for yourself. ”

Filin nodded slowly, thanking him for his advice. Although Filin knew that he was right, he couldn't help but protest: "However, if Constellation doesn't let Filin see Ariana, none of this will be of any use to me." ”

"In the long run, boy, it's not about you and Star, it's about you and Ariana. ”

"And King Creek. Fei Lin said with an indifferent expression.

He gave Filyn a mocking look.

According to Constellation, a man cannot swear to the king and give his heart to another woman at the same time. 'You can't put two saddles on the back of a horse', she told Filin.

These were the words of a woman who was married to the crown prince, and she was happy to spend perhaps a short time with him. Filin took the sewn reins to Borges.

He didn't take it, for he was raising his glass of brandy, and then slammed it on the table, and the wine spilled all over the glass.

"That's what she said to you?" he asked Filin in a hoarse voice, still looking into Filin's eyes.

Filmin nodded slowly. She said that it was a fool to think that Ariana would be satisfied with the short time that the King had left for Film. ”

Borges leaned back in his chair, a cascade of conflicting emotions coming to his face. He looked at the fire on the side, then turned back to look at Filin. For a moment he seemed to want to speak, but then he sat up straight, drank the brandy in one gulp, and stood up abruptly. "It's too quiet here, can people go to Fort Stag City?"

The next day, he got up without feeling dizzy and bloated, so as not to let himself show a lovesick look. The hairy boy's impatience and sloppiness caused Filin to lose her, and now Filin had to restrain himself like an adult. If time was the only way to get Filin to wait for her, he would follow Borges's advice and put that time to good use.

So, he wakes up very early every day and even gets ready before breakfast.

In the room that belonged entirely to Filin, he stretched hard, then practiced parrying with an old stick in his hand, and did not go downstairs to take a shower until he was sweaty and dizzy, and relaxed himself in the steaming steam.

Slowly, very slowly, he began to regain his vitality, and the new clothes that Master Hurrry had forced into Filin also became fitting.

Although he still couldn't shake off the tremors from time to time, he had fewer episodes, and he was able to return to his room before he fell in disgrace. Xingcai said that Film's complexion was much better, and Rem was happy to give Filmin something to eat whenever she had the chance. Filmin picked himself up again.

Filin eats with the guards every morning, and everyone just gobbles it up, and they don't care about the rules. After breakfast, go for a jog in the snow with soot in the stable to maintain his fitness. When he takes it back to the stable, taking care of it personally feels like home.

Before the series of disasters that befell the mountain kingdom, Borges and Filin were so unhappy with him that he was unable to enter the stables to comb the ashes and prepare food for him.

The stables were very busy, and the warm smell of the animals mixed with the gossip of the workers about the fort.

On a lucky occasion, Afa or Borges would take the time to chat with Filin, and on other busy days, watching them discuss how to stop a stallion from coughing, or heal a farmer who brought a sick boar in his castle can bring Filin a bittersweet satisfaction.

They were too busy to make small talk, so they inadvertently ignored Film.

I've started to live another life, but I can't expect the past days to stay there forever for Film.

That thought didn't help Filin get rid of the bitter guilt, because Filin would sneak up to the abandoned cabin at the back of the barn every day.

Filin was always cautious, and the peace with Borges did not last long, but Filin took it for granted.

In Filin's memory, the memory of losing his friendship was too vivid. If Borges had ever suspected that Filin had reused his intellectual origins, he would have abandoned Filin as quickly and completely as before, and Filin asked himself every day why Filin would be willing to gamble his friendship for the sake of a wolf cub.

Filin's only answer was that he had no choice. Filmin can't ignore the wolf cub like he ignores a hungry child in a cage.

But for Borges, the origin of intelligence sometimes opened my heart to animals, and he saw it as a disgusting weakness that normal people would not be addicted to. He actually has an intellectual origin, but he has always been stubbornly unwilling to admit his latent abilities.

Even if he did, he would never have given Filmin a chance to catch it, on the contrary, he was not as quiet as he was.

His strange insight always let him know that there was an animal that fascinated Film.

When he was a boy, he indulged in his intellectual roots and mingled with animals, until someone knocked him on the head or slapped him to get him back to his senses. While he and Borges lived in the stables, he did everything he could to keep Filin at a distance from any animals.

He was always successful and saved Filin twice. The immediate pain of losing an animal companion convinced Filin that Borges was right.

Only a fool would indulge in such a thing that does not outweigh the losses. So, he's a fool and not a man who can ignore the hungry wolf.

Filming stole bones, minced meat, and bread crusts and did everything he could to keep them from anyone else, and even the cooks and servants were kept in the dark. Filin laboriously went to the kitchen at different times each day to steal food, and even more so as to change routes so as not to make a clear path to the cabin at the back. The most difficult thing was to smuggle food to the cabin with clean hay and old blankets, but Filin always had a way to do it.

No matter when Filmin arrives, the little wolf is waiting for Film. It's not just the animal's anticipation of waiting for food, it can even sense when Filin starts his daily routine and walks to the cabin behind the barn, so it waits for Filin.

It knew when there would be gingerbread in Filin's pocket, and it quickly liked the food. Its suspicions about film have not been completely dispelled.

No. Filming felt its caution, and when he approached, it curled up again.

However, he never beat it, and every bite of food that Filin gave it to eat, made the bridge of trust between people stronger and stronger.

This is a relationship that Filin doesn't want to have, so Filin tries to ignore it harshly, trying not to understand it without the source of intelligence.

Afraid that it would lose its animalistic nature to survive independently in the wilderness, he warned it again and again: "You must hide yourself, everyone is a threat to you, and every dog is the same, so you must stay in here, and no one is allowed to make a sound." ”

It's easy to be obedient at first. It was so thin that as soon as he brought the food, it threw itself on the ground and began to gobble it up.

It usually falls asleep on a hay bed before he leaves the cabin, or looks at him with jealousy as he gnaws on a bone. However, when it is full of food and exercise, it is not afraid of film, and begins to show its innate playful nature.

As soon as the door opened, it jumped on top of Filin and pretended to attack Filin, showing its love for the cow bones with wolf barks and scuffles.

When he accused it of being too noisy, or sneaked into the snow behind the cabin at night to play, he would cringe at Film's displeasure.

However, he also noticed the ferocity hidden in its eyes at such moments. It doesn't admit to having the upper hand, it just has a sense of thinking it's grown up, waiting until it makes its own choice, sometimes painful, but always necessary.

When Filin rescued it, he had already decided to set it free, and a year later it was another wolf howling in the distance, as he kept telling it.

At first, it wondered when it would be able to leave the foul-smelling Stag Castle and the stone walls that held it, but Fihrin promised it as soon as possible, as long as it was well fed and strong.

When the deep snow of winter melts, it has the ability to protect itself and can leave.

But weeks passed, and the blizzard outside reminded it of the comfort of that bed.

As it grew muscles, it didn't ask about it as often, and Filin sometimes forgot to remind it.