[The young boy led the white wolf into the wooden cabin. The space inside was quite cramped, with only a bed, a stove, and some strings on the wall hanging bits of fish and meat.
Obviously, the boy's home was not wealthy.
But the white wolf didn't mind, because it had a physical form now. As soon as it entered the wooden cabin, it felt a warmth different from the cold outside, and instinctively drawn to it, began to approach the stove until sparks flew onto its nose, making it yelp in pain.
"Haha, what's wrong with you? You look clumsier than usual." The boy laughed heartily and unrestrained, then picked a large fish three times as long as his body from the line, chopped off its head, and placed it in front of the white wolf.
The white wolf tilted its head, a bit puzzled.
For it, eating was still a somewhat unfamiliar and laborious action.
