Although it was covered in blood, it was too small and injured. Baozi didn't dare to bathe it, so he used his own clothes to pad it into a small nest for it to sleep in.
Bao Zilang is very conscientious and must guard the wolf he rescued. Therefore, he guards Little Snow Wolf every step of the way.
Baozi thought it was funny when he saw it, "When it grows up, I will be your wife."
The bun wolf is so fierce that he doesn't want a wife, he doesn't want a wife, he's not a snow wolf.
"What is it if it's not a snow wolf? It's clearly a snow wolf!" Baozi smiled and walked out.
The next day everyone in the Japanese army knew that His Royal Highness the Prince had rescued a little snow wolf and came over to see it before lunch break.
Little Snow Wolf hadn't woken up yet, lying limply in his den, seemingly without any energy.
"Is this a snow wolf? It's too small."
"Why is it so different from Dabao?"
"Don't they look alike? They're all white. They look similar to me."
"The main reason is that it is too small and sleeps on its stomach, so I can't see it clearly."
"But how come there are snow wolves on this mountain? Snow wolves are usually found on Snow Wolf Peak."
Baozi walked in and saw everyone surrounding Little Snow Wolf. He also went over and took a look, "You haven't woken up yet? He must be dead, right?"
"He's not dead, he's breathing," the soldier said.
"I have to get some goat milk for it. It looks like it's a wolf baby." After Baozi said that, he turned around and went out.
It was not easy for the army to find goat milk, and they had to ride horses to a livestock farm ten miles away.
He filled a sheepskin water bag with a full bag of goat's milk and returned, poured some into a bowl, and gave the rest to the big pack wolf to drink.
Because goat milk cannot be stored for a long time, it will be wasted if it is not given to the big bag to drink.
Little Snow Wolf woke up, smelled the fragrance of milk, and rubbed his little head forward, but he couldn't drink.
Seeing this, Baozi simply sat on the ground and picked him up, took a small spoon, and fed it into his mouth bit by bit.
It was very hungry. As soon as it finished taking a sip, it opened its mouth impatiently and half a bowl of milk went into its belly.
Fortunately, Big Bao Lang hadn't finished drinking yet, so Baozi poured some more and fed it. It was about half a bowl, and he drank it all.
After drinking the goat's milk, Little Snow Wolf seemed to be more energetic. He lay softly in Baozi's arms and rubbed his cold nose against Baozi's wrist, as if to say thank you.
Its eyes were still as dazzling as rubies. The red was really different from the red of blood. He had never seen a red that could be so clear.
What a beautiful little snow wolf, why is it injured on a wild mountain nearby?
Was it stolen? But why did you hurt it when you stole it? What a bastard.
"If you can survive, I will give you a name and keep you by my side with Dabao." Baozi clicked the tip of his nose and said with a smile.
He looked at the empty sheepskin water bag next to him. He was worried. He had to get milk again at night?
Forget it, just take whatever you want, it's not far to ride on horseback anyway.
It is inconvenient to raise sheep in the army, so if you want to feed this little wolf, you still have to run away.
Hope it survives.
However, the injury was so severe that Baozi felt that he might not survive.
I kept her like this for a few days, running to get milk every day, but she actually didn't die, and the wound was almost healed.
Baozi thought this little snow wolf was very stubborn, so he kept it like this. What name should he give it?
He thought for a moment and looked at its blood-stained hair and dazzling red eyes, so it might as well be called Red Tong.
The name is average, but the advantage is that it can highlight the advantages at once.
Big Pack Wolf likes Red Tong very much, and now he no longer runs to the mountains. He always guards him and waits for his injury to get better, then he will take him out to play.
But Chitong was still not very steady when walking, she was wobbly, especially she didn't dare to go down the steps, she always rolled down.
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