Shen Ningning was quiet for a long while, listening intently.
Then, she shook her little head regretfully.
"I don't understand. They might be speaking a dialect."
She could only understand wolves with a refined accent, like the Black Wolf King.
Mo Lingwei was startled at first, then he let out a soft laugh.
"They were captured during a previous hunt." That was also the time he had been ambushed, seriously injured, and found by Shen Ningning.
Mo Lingwei's dark eyes were placid as he said, "I remember they were a pack. Their Wolf King seemed to be a white wolf, but it escaped too quickly and wasn't caught."
A white wolf?!
Shen Ningning said in surprise, "I have a Little White Wolf too! Didn't you see him when you came to my house last time, Brother? I rescued him, too!"
Mo Lingwei raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? I didn't see it. Perhaps it's the same one."
Usually, a Wolf King would be very strong.
