"Chirp chirp chirp~ chirp chirp~"
Distant and melodious bird songs wafted over as the little black wolf cub stood transfixed, gradually wandering off into the distance.
Perhaps it had gone a bit too far!
Mizzle let out a soft "howl," calling gently with a clear and tender howl.
Little Black realized something, turned its head, and scampered back.
Stepping on the grass, one paw sinking deep, the other shallow.
Previously it always followed Mizzle, moving about inside the den, but the terrain of the outside grassland was more complex, demanding a higher skill level in limb coordination.
As the little wolf cub stepped over a small hump, its front and rear paws suddenly tangled, twisted around for a moment, nearly causing its body to flop onto the ground, but it immediately corrected its steps and stood upright again.
Charcoal watched her children, her demeanor also seemed excited.