Super Zoo

Chapter 59: Chapter 59 The Wolf Cub

The wolf-dog brothers, each time they encountered the Wolf King, looked as though they were sworn enemies turning green with envy. Despite once being of the same species, they now couldn't stand the sight of each other, facing off with a ferocious roar through the bars of their cages each time they met.

The reason for this didn't need to be spelt out for Suming to guess.

The Wolf King probably thought, "You bunch of traitors have abandoned the glory of our ancestors to grovel and fawn over humans. How dare you parade in front of me, the shamelessness is utterly unbearable!"

As for the wolf-dog brothers, "You might be tough, but you're still trapped in a cage, all bark and no bite, what's the point of putting on airs!"

It was the Wolf King's pregnant wife, who was about to give birth, that actually seemed to have a fairly good attitude towards the two wolf-dogs, making Suming feel somewhat guilty on behalf of the Wolf King.

"Su, hurry up, the female wolf is giving birth; you need to go there!" Early on Tuesday morning, Mr. Peng hurriedly called Suming out of his waterside pavilion and dragged him towards the Wolf Pen.

What Mr. Peng hoped for was that when the wolf pups were born with Suming present, they'd first lay eyes on Suming upon entering the world. This natural bonding would make future care and management much easier.

Mr. Peng meant well, but Suming always felt there was something odd about what he said.

Why do I have to be there when the female wolf gives birth? I might be Bigmonster, but really, those pups have nothing to do with me!

That said, when he heard about the wolf giving birth, Suming was actually quite happy.

Damn it, I'm finally liberated. Never again will I have to put up with that sulky face of the pregnant wolf!

The one who felt equally liberated was the Wolf King, who had endured his fair share of humiliation during this time.

Strangely enough, the wolves in the zoo seemed to lack some wildness due to their upbringing, which affected their temperament and habits, making them quite different from the wolves in the wild.

Wolves take great care of their pups and are loyal to their mates, but it's unheard of for a male wolf to dote on a pregnant female wolf too. The female wolf, during her pregnancy, was extremely irritable, constantly snarling at the Wolf King who, to everyone's surprise, would just take it all without showing a shred of his supposed kingly domineering presence, looking like a beleaguered little man. Suming found it quite pitiable to watch.

If someone else went, even if their own safety could be ensured, it could easily startle the recently delivered mother wolf. If this caused a postpartum depression or some other problem, it would be bad.

Mr. Song looked at Suming, nodded, then signaled Mr. Peng to give the bottle to Suming and patted Suming's shoulder, "Be safe!"

Carrying the bottle, Suming circled behind the Wolf Pen and opened the iron gate, slipping through the keepers' corridor.

Similar to the interior of Xiongshan, the keepers' corridor at the back of the Wolf Pen was separated from the pen itself by an iron fence. The mother wolf lay not far from the fence, and Suming crouched by it, close enough to touch the cubs with an outstretched hand.

Hearing the footsteps approaching, the mother wolf, lying down at first, suddenly jumped up as if electrified, her wolfish howl erupting from her neck. She used her body to shield her cub, baring her fangs and emitting a low growl.

"Easy!" Suming released a wave of spiritual power, shaking the bottle at the mother wolf.

The mother wolf smelled the familiar scent on Suming and let down her guard, lying back down beside her cub.

Now closer, Suming could see the cubs more clearly: the little wolf cub was just slightly larger than a palm, with a thin grey film still covering its eyes, which were blue, watery, and the pupils were already visible as dark spots.

Seeing a stranger come in, the little fellow, which had been energetically burrowing into his mother's embrace, suddenly stiffened his tail and limbs, tilted his body sideways, and with a little thud, fell to the ground, eyes tightly shut, his body going rigid and motionless.

It looked as though the little wolf cub had been frightened by Suming to the point of a heart attack, dropping dead on the spot.

"Such an over-the-top performance!" Suming almost laughed; the little cub didn't recognize him and was playing dead.

So, releasing a faint spiritual power, Suming probed towards the little cub.

Newborn wolf cubs are naturally sensitive to spiritual power; upon contact with it, they immediately sensed that the 'big guy' in front of them held no malice. Instead, they felt an attachment.

Only then did the little cub let down its guard, slowly opening its eyes, curiously looking at Suming before shaking its head and struggling to rise.

It reached out with its tiny paws to wave about in the air, as if trying to catch that 'spiritual power,' but came up empty, lost its balance, and tumbled again.