It leans over and nibbles on the tickle of its front foot, then sits up and shakes its whole body, and then asks, what would you do for your partner now?

Not all wolves have a companion.

The leaders have all of them, otherwise how will the wolves reproduce?

The leader of the film has a partner, and she is pregnant.

Maybe the wolves are doing the right thing, but humans need to be careful. Perhaps only the leader needs a spouse, a decision made by the Heart of the Herd years ago, meaning that he cannot have both a spouse and a leader to whom he is fully loyal.

That guy was more like a wolf, but he didn't admit it to anyone. It paused. Gingerbread?

Fei Lin gave it to it, only to see it gobbling up greedily in front of Fei Lin's eyes.

Filmin misses your dreams at night.

This is not Filin's dream, but Filin's life.

He welcomes you at any time, as long as the heart of the herd does not anger people. It's better to share life together. Filmin paused. You might rather share a woman's life.

Film's weakness is that he is too hungry.

It blinked its deep eyes. You love too many people, and Film's life is much simpler.

It only loves film.

You're right, and the only problem with Filmin is knowing that you can never believe that things are the way they are.

Filmin sighed heavily. Nighteye suddenly sneezed, and then shook his whole body again.

Filin doesn't like the rat dust, but before Filin leaves, can you grab Filin's ears with your dexterous hands? If I scratch it myself, it's really hard not to leave claw marks.

So Filmin helped him scratch his ears, the lower part of his throat, and the nape of his neck until he fell sideways to the ground like a puppy.

"Hounds. Filin told it affectionately.

That humiliation will cost you. It rolled over and stood up, bit Film's hand through the sleeve, and then ran out the door and disappeared. Filmin rolled up his sleeves and examined the deep white tooth marks on the flesh, which were not really bleeding. This is the humor of the wolf.

The short winter days are over. Filin returns to the castle and forces himself into the kitchen and asks the cook to tell Filin all the gossip.

She fed Filin with a large pile of plum cakes and lamb, and told the queen that she might have a miscarriage and how the group had used an axe to split open the outer door of the king's bedroom after one of the king's guards had suffered a stroke. "They also cut down the second door.

His Majesty Prince was worried from beginning to end, and kept urging them to move quickly, because he was afraid that something would happen to the king.

But when they entered, the king was not awakened by the deafening sound of the door, but fell asleep like a baby, and they could not wake him, let alone explain to him why they had split it. ”

"It's funny. Filin agreed, and she continued with the other less important gossip in the castle.

Filming found that most of the rumors revolved around who would and wouldn't be on the list of people who would move to the commercial beach, and that the cook would move in because her gooseberry pie and mille-feuille cake were so delicious.

She didn't know who would take over the chef's role here, but there would be no doubt that it would be one of the guards.

She was grateful that His Majesty had let her take all the best pots with her, but what she missed most was the fireplace on the west side, because it had just the right ventilation and the height of the meat rack, the best fireplace she had ever used.

Filming listened to her babble, trying to think only of what she was saying, and expressing interest in the details of her life, which she valued so much.

Filin discovers that the queen's bodyguards will remain at Fort Bucks, along with a handful of people who are still wearing the uniform of the king's personal guards. Ever since they had lost their privilege to enter the King's Chambers, they all looked depressed, but His Majesty insisted that they must stay in order to maintain the royal dignity of Fort Tag.

Rosemary and her mother would also be leaving, and it would be no surprise to know who they were serving, but neither Ferensmann nor Fangrun would be leaving.

In this way, she will miss her singing voice very much, but she may soon get used to the trills of the outback singers.

It didn't occur to her to ask if Filin would leave as well.

As he went upstairs to his room, he tried to imagine what would become of Fort Buck.

The main table will be empty, and the food served will be the most familiar marching meal for army cooks, as long as there is food in stock to cook.

Filin thinks people will eat a lot of wild game and seaweed before spring, which doesn't matter to me, but worries about Xingcai and Rem. Filin was used to the Burrow and the coarse meal, but they weren't, but at least Fang Run would stay here to sing, as long as his sentimental personality didn't sink him into the abyss of abandonment.

Ferensmann doesn't have many children to teach, so maybe he can accompany Xingcai on how to make paper. Film plucked up the courage to try to paint a picture of the future for everyone.

"Where have you been, little bastard?"

Caton suddenly stepped out of a door, she wanted to see Filin's frightened appearance, but Filin's intellectual origin had long been alert to someone there, and he allowed himself to appear indifferent. "Go away!"

"You smell like a dog. ”

"At least I was with the dogs. But the rest of the dogs are kept in the stables, and there shouldn't be any dogs running around outside!"

She immediately noticed the humiliation in Film's polite answer.

"You smell like a dog, because you're no different from a dog, beast magician. ”

Filin could barely resist wanting to "greet" her mother. But Filin really remembered her mother suddenly. "Remember when people first learned to write, your mother always made you wear a black blouse because you would splash ink on your clothes?"

She glared at Filin with a tense face, chewing on the comment in her mind, trying to find something humiliating, contemptuous, or paradoxical.

"So what?" she finally asked, reluctantly.

"No, he just remembered that there was a time when Filin helped you clean up the mess. ”

"That has nothing to do with now!" she declared angrily.

"You're right, it doesn't matter. This is my door, do you want to come with me?"

She spat out, not entirely at Film, but still landed on the floor at Film's feet.

Fihrin thought that if she couldn't leave Fort Bucks with His Majesty, she wouldn't do it. This was no longer her home, so she defiled the land at will, and he knew that she didn't think she would ever come back again.

Filin entered the room and carefully latched and locked the door, then added a heavy wooden bar to jam the door, then checked the still closed windows in the room, looked under the bed, and finally sat down in a chair by the fireplace and fell asleep, waiting for Etro to summon Firin.

When he heard a faint knock at the door, he woke up from his sleep. "Who is it?" called Film.

"I'm rosemary. The queen wants to see you. ”

By the time Filin had loosened the latch and lock, the child was long gone, and even though she was only a little girl, the message she had heard through the door still terrified Filin.

After hastily tidying up, Filin rushed to the queen's chambers, and on the way noticed the remains of King Creek's oak door, only to see a stout inland guard who Filin did not recognize standing guard in the gap.

Queen Floya reclined on the chaise longue by the fireplace, her maids scattered around the room and talking to each other, while the queen herself closed her eyes in solitude, looking unusually tired, and she wondered if Rosemary's message was wrong.

Then, Mrs. Hope took Fei Lin to the queen's side, moved a low stool for Fei Lin to sit down, and then brought a cup of tea to Fei Lin, who also drank it in one go. When Mrs. Hope walked back to make tea, Floya opened her eyes.

"What's next?" she asked in a low, low, low tone, and he had to get closer to hear what she had said.

Filmin looked at her suspiciously. "Crick is asleep now, but not forever. The effects of the herbs he was taking were about to wear off, and when the time came, people would go back to square one. ”

"The succession ceremony of the crown prince is approaching, and perhaps the prince will be busy for a while. There was no doubt that he would try on new clothes, and arrange all the details of which he was proud, and perhaps he would not have time to pester the king. ”

"And after that?"

Madame Hope brought back Filin's cup of tea, and he muttered thanks and took it.

As she moved a chair to the people, Floya smiled weakly and asked if she could pour her a cup of tea too, hoping that Madame would immediately turn away as the queen had instructed, and she was ashamed of her swift response.

"Filin doesn't know. Filmin muttered in response to her previous question.

"I know that the king will be safe in his mountain kingdom, and that he will be respected and protected, perhaps Tiger knows...... Oh, thank you, hopefully. Queen Floya took the cup of tea and sipped it, hoping that Madame would sit down at the same time.

I smiled at Floya, and then spoke carefully, believing she understood what Filin meant.

"But the mountains are a long way to go, and when the weather is bitterly cold, spring is approaching when the messenger arrives there to seek your mother's remedy.

Maybe there's a prescription you need somewhere else, like a vilotro or a violet, and if people ask, they'll provide it. You know, the noble dukes will not refuse any of your requests. ”

"I know. Floya smiled weakly.

But now they had enough trouble of their own that Filin was hesitant to make a request, and besides, the rhizome plant known as longevity only grows in the mountains. Filin thought that a determined messenger should be able to get there. She took another sip of tea.

"So who to send for this task, well, will be the biggest problem. Filmin noted.

She understood, of course, how hard it was to get an elderly patient to travel to the mountains in the winter, and how hard it could be for him to do it alone. "The person who embarks on this journey has to be quite reliable and strong-willed. ”

"It sounds like someone like that would be a woman. Floya's witty remark made Madame Hope laugh happily, and though it was a wonderful irony, she was even more pleased to see the queen's mood improve.