The moment the mutated black wolf reached the chicken, it stopped hesitating.
Although the chickens raised inside Kisha's territory space were far larger than those once sold in ordinary markets before the apocalypse, the wolf itself was enormous. It swallowed the entire chicken in a single bite.
It didn't even chew.
The meat disappeared almost instantly.
Yet the moment the chicken touched its mouth, the wolf's eyes sparkled with delight. It quickly looked up at Mike, its gaze almost pleading, as if asking for more.
But this time, Mike remained silent and firm.
"No," he said calmly. "Unless you promise to behave and be obedient… there will be no more."
"Whine…" The mutated black wolf let out another pitiful whine, clearly dissatisfied. But no matter how much it complained, Mike didn't budge.
Meanwhile, the mutated porcupine was having an entirely different experience.
