At sunset.
The setting sun shone into the wolf’s den, elongating the figure guarding the entrance of the cave. The little wolves gathered here to the back of the figure, looking curiously, occasionally grabbing the center of the shadow.
The second brother sat at the entrance of the cave, looking into the distance at the forest where his three younger brothers and sisters had left.
It was almost night, but there was still no sign of the three coming back, which made him a little worried.
Although the time of their return was always not fixed, they would always return to the cave before nightfall.
Perhaps noticing the worried look on the second brother’s face, the eldest brother, who was lying in the back to recuperate, stood up.
It approached the other side and growled twice, as if saying that you don’t have to worry too much. Then, it sat at the entrance of the cave and watched the forest in the distance with it.