There is no need to elaborate on how the god of beasts went to the north to dream of that good man, but it is only said that the Wheel King put a wolf skin on the sin soul Hu Shishi, and let his ghost float to the northern forest to become a female wolf cub born to a she-wolf. It slowly grows up until it grows into a beautiful wolf girl, and then it falls in love with a male wolf, and then hooks up with each other, and gives birth to a litter of ruthless cubs through estrus breeding, a total of 4. And she became a she-wolf -- a mother of four wolf children.

In the wolf family, usually the male wolf does not bear the responsibility of raising the wolf child, and the female wolf bears the responsibility. Once, when the she-wolf came out of the forest, over a high mountain, through a meadow, and into a swamp, she felt a piercing pain in her left leg, which had been caught in the trap that the hunter had placed.

It's a cold winter, and the thick snow hasn't melted yet. It stood here for a day and a night. Normally, when it gets dark, it always goes into its lair in the forest to rest, but now it has become a dream, and it is tired to lie down and rest, because the ferocious trap controls it, and the slightest movement causes tearing pain.

At dawn, the she-wolf looked at the lead-gray clouds in the sky that could not be dispersed for a long time, as if it were the somber filial piety cloth of the sacrifice on the day of its death. But the she-wolf still has a strong desire to survive, so much so that she suppresses herself and does not make a single cry, so as not to speed up to attract hunters who hunt her.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps stamping on the snow sounded rapidly, no! In the distance, a middle-aged man came closer and closer, expecting him to be the one who had placed the trap viciously, but when he was only a few meters away from me, he stopped.

He didn't have a shotgun on him, so why should he carry a shotgun? I was caught in the trap and couldn't move, and as long as he had a knife or something, he could kill me neatly.

I thought: at the slightest chance of getting close to the man, I will fight back, even to bite to death the hunter who has placed the trap viciously, or die with him. Strangely, however, the man did not show his sword, and did not seem to have any instrument on him that could hurt me. I looked at him hostilely, on the lookout for his movements, and as he looked at me, I could see that there was a hint of pity in his eyes, and that he did not mean to hurt me.

So why did he put the trap to harm us beasts? Suddenly, I remembered my companion, a 4-year-old male wolf, who had come out of the forest and was caught in a trap by a hunter.

But the person in front of him, is he the hunter who placed the trap? It's hard to be sure, but even if it wasn't the hunter who placed the trap and saw me trapped, it would be a reward for the greedy.

At this time, what the hell is he going to do? I saw his eyes staring at the huge tits hanging like a lotus under my belly for a long time. I remembered that I gave birth to a litter of wolf cubs the other day and soon lost their mother to nurse them, and their fragile lives were dangerous to survive. Now when I die, I'll be a victim of the obedient wolf cubs, so I howl and scream in terror.

I saw the man take a few steps back, then turn and walk in the trail of the beast from which I came. I'm still in a state of horror, and I wonder if something is going to happen to me again.

About half an hour had passed, and I smelled a smell wafting from the wolf cub, and I instinctively looked up at the white snow, and the man who had just left had reappeared.

He approached me step by step, could it be that my four poor wolf cubs had died at his hands? Suddenly, my green eyes burst out with a fierce light that tried to kill the man. But the man came close to me only a few feet away, and stopped.

At this time, there was a strange phenomenon, he took off the backpack from his body, and out of it came out of my wolf cubs, one, two...... Four, one of them approached me and squeezed my tits under my belly.

I was still looking at the man who was standing not far from me, and I groaned and threatened him at the slightest movement, and I could not trust him, nor would I allow him to come close.

He stood for a moment, looked at me, and then turned and walked toward the river. After a while, the man appeared again, and he seemed to have brought some food, and threw it at a distance from me, and said something I did not understand, probably telling me to eat the food he had left behind. He just threw the food to my mouth, I was very hungry, but I didn't take it easily, sniffed it with my nose, and realized that it was the thigh of the sika deer, and I quickly chewed it and swallowed it.

Then the man was gone, and the next day he brought me some similar venison for me to enjoy, and he seemed to want to approach me, but as soon as he came closer, I let out a threatening groan, and he turned away from me again.

On the fifth day, somehow, as if I were longing for him to bring me food again, and feeling that he was helping me without hurting me, I was thinking about it, when the man suddenly appeared again, and threw a large piece of venison in front of me as well.

Suddenly, I showed an amiable attitude, and not only was I no longer wary of him, but also regarded him as my most grateful friend, and I flicked my tail lightly, meaning that I was satisfied with his help and care. But he immediately understood my intentions, and strengthened his confidence to try to be friendly with me.

At this moment, he was very close to me, about a meter away. He was still trying to get closer. I can say that I have put my trust in him completely, and that if it were not for his help, my four wolf cubs would probably have starved to death because they had lost my milk; I'd be the same if I hadn't had him walking through the snow every day to bring venison.

Seeing him close to me, wrapped in an off-white blanket, I knew he was tired enough. yes, he's sleeping heavily in front of my eyes. I am grateful to him, otherwise, from my look, he would have realized that although my left leg was caught in an iron clamp and could not move, my body could still move, and I could bite his neck with sharp teeth just by stretching my head forward. But I would never do that, and never would do that, because the man in front of me was the lifesaver of me and my 4 wolf cubs.

又一天开始了，积雪被我们的体温融化，现出一团潮湿的织满了枯黄草丝的地盘。 The children squeezed under my belly again and sucked the milk, perhaps too loudly, to wake the benefactor who was asleep in front of me.

He opened his eyes and brushed my children and me with a kind gaze, and when he saw that I had no intention of protesting or defensive, he rubbed my chubby and lovely children one by one.

Then he leaned tentatively towards my left leg, which was already swollen and ulcerated by the trap, and I saw him carefully break it open with both hands, and then pull out the steel teeth that clamped my toes, and I hung it up in pain, limping back and forth, and though I howled in pain, my heart was still full of gratitude to this benefactor, and if it had not been for his help, my leg might have died and been destroyed.

Walking back and forth a few times, my cubs happily swayed under my drooping tits belly, and I thought this would lead them towards the distant forest, our home. But I was so grateful to this benefactor that I approached him, and sniffed him affectionately, and I remembered his image and smell of him very deeply, and with a look of great friendliness, and he looked very surprised to see me so so, but without a trace of fear, but with pity for my wounds, and with the joy that I had been freed from the trap.