Even when facing the green skins that raised them from a young age, they would bite through their throats and turn them into dinner at the slightest dissatisfaction, driven by hunting instincts.
Their temperaments are fickle, truly "ungrateful".
Only those Druids who revere nature and live alongside beasts can harmoniously coexist with them through their professional skills.
If Xia Nan were to keep these two Mount Wolves by his side, he might not be able to sleep ever again.
After all, no one knows if one of these beasts might hold a grudge just because there was one less bone in their dinner than the day before, and then bite him to death while he's resting.
With a shrug, Xia Nan no longer paid attention.
He turned to collect the spoils of the cave.
The barbarian behind him stood still as usual, summoning the Wolf Spirit, probing for something.
