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It was a pitiful sight to see...
The thin body of the baby wolf has undoubtedly indicated its ailing health. It was shivering and trembling. The rising and lowering of his breaths were too fast than normal.
Moulin furrowed his brows at Snow who was expectantly staring at his master.
Did Snow know about this little creature?
It looks like a wolf. Its fur was extremely dark and filthy. There was crusted blood that stained its fur and snowflakes had scattered around its body.
"It's merely some sick beast..." Hadrian narrowed his eyes as he glanced at his lover's little pet.
Snow crouched down and carefully observed the unconscious little wolf. His expression looked serious as he stared. One would mistake his look as if he was assessing the worth of an object. However, silver eyes seemed to conceal the curiosity inside. It was so small and thin like it wouldn't be able to survive the harsh winters of this land. Moulin felt slightly pitiful.
