Rather than wasting my precious time coming here to witness a classic scene of parental love, I'd rather spend some time tracking Icefield Bears on the snow plain... I tell you, bear paws during this season are delicious and juicy. Those clumsy creatures like to use their paws to scoop honey, making them sweet and aromatic to chew on.
Can't talk about it anymore, my mouth is watering."
"Yes, yes, you are very lonely."
Marcus's ears were almost calloused from this talkative fellow's chatter all the way. While identifying the direction to guide this hypocritical guy, he muttered softly:
"All the female Snowfield Wolves on the Endless Winter Plains are your harem, and your offspring run rampant, almost becoming a Snowfield Wolf disaster. This is enough to prove how 'lonely' you are, and I very much doubt you have some kind of fetish. Why do you only sire offspring with those Snowfield Wolves that already have mates?
