Qin Shi stood aside, stepping on the female wolf's head with his foot, holding the two wolf cubs in one hand, and waited quietly.
Because the threat was too strong, the she-wolf had no choice but to maintain the feeding posture even if she was unwilling to do so, allowing the little baby to eat to its satisfaction.
Qin Shi waited until she refused to eat anymore, then threw the wolf cub back, picked up Mu Mu, and continued on his way.
She burped loudly, showed a habitual toothless smile, and bounced in his arms for a while, her eyelids gradually dropped, and her eyes were languid.[
When Qin Shi was halfway through the journey, he suddenly realized that the little thing in his arms was silent. When he lowered his head, he saw her lying softly on his shoulder, sleeping soundly.
Taking advantage of her rare moment of peace, he gave up the idea of resting and hurried away along another relatively easy mountain road.
As night fell, Mumu opened her eyes.
In front of her, besides Qin Shi, there was also a tigress that roared repeatedly.
Four or five tiger cubs were staggering around and crawling everywhere.
But their mother was tied into a rice dumpling shape with tree vines and entangled under a tree, unable to move.
Only the swollen nipples were exposed, trembling slightly with the breathing, and a few of them had already overflowed with tiger milk, which was milky white and fragrant.
Qin Shi gently put Mu Mu over.
This brave little baby shook her big fluffy tail, grabbed one of them fiercely, and sucked it in big mouthfuls.
Of course, the tiger cubs were not happy for their mother to be shared, and they tried to rush up to grab food several times.
Unfortunately, there was her protector standing next to the little intruder. Once he tried to get close, he would kick him back mercilessly.