"Moo!"
"Moo!"
....
When the Musk Ox Group stopped chasing the grey Arctic Wolf in front of them,
they also found the calf that had strayed out of formation and had been captured by the Wolf Pack.
They listened to the pitiful cries coming from the calf,
all issuing angry howls.
Calf!
This was the foundation of the Musk Ox Group's reproduction and survival.
Especially the calf's mother, a female musk ox, whose howls were the loudest!
Her eyes, looking towards her calf, were filled with anxiety!
"Moo!"
She was howling,
wanting the Musk Ox Leader to lead the Musk Ox Group in a charge against the pale purple Arctic Wolf!
Yet, the two Wolfesses on the side were also eyeing another calf with predatory gaze.
This left the male musk oxen,
for a moment, uncertain of what to do!
But as they hesitated,
Little Lone Wolf continued to viciously tear and enlarge the wound on the calf's hind leg.
This caused the calf's low moans to become even more pitiful.