Those things with the female president in the primeval jungle

Chapter 206 Little Wolf Cub?Or a puppy?
"This is……"

"Woooooo..." The little wolf looked at me for a while, then at the meat for a while, and then wagged his tail.

Is this little guy really a wolf?
It looks like a little milk dog, hahaha!
I couldn't help laughing, it was quite hospitable and even gave me a piece of meat.

"Sorry, little guy, I don't eat raw meat."

It tilted its head, and naturally couldn't understand what I said. Seeing that I refused to eat meat, its little face was wrinkled, and it walked away dejectedly.

It's not that I don't give face, if I really eat raw meat, I will probably have diarrhea here and die.

The human stomach has been nourished by cooked food for thousands of years, and it is difficult to digest raw food anymore.

Just the countless bacteria on raw meat can make people vomit and diarrhea, and take half of their lives.

However, while I can't eat raw food, I can still get some cooked food.

My feet are numb, but I can still move my hands.

I scanned the surroundings, and there were many dry leaves and sticks, which could be used to ignite the fire.

It's been a long time since I tried drilling wood to make fire, and today I have to go back to the original.

But I dare not play like this in the wolf den, the wolves are afraid of fire and smoke.

Although I was rescued by the first wolf, I guess if I set fire, these female wolves will definitely come to trouble me.

In desperation, relying on my hands, I collected materials for building a fire and starting a fire, and relying on my hands all the way, I climbed out of the wolf's den.

The female wolves followed closely and stared at me until I was completely seven or eight meters away from the wolf den before withdrawing their gaze.

Interestingly, the little wolf cub ran out after me,

This cute little guy had another piece of meat in his mouth, and he wagged his tail cheerfully at me, as if he was talking to me.

Quickly try the meat my father brought back from hunting. It's delicious. Why don't you eat it?
I rubbed its little furry head and stretched out my hand over it.

It obediently spit out the meat in its mouth, and its big eyes were watery with excitement.

I accepted his kind gift, and it seemed to be delighted too.

But I just put away the pieces of meat, and then started to use sticks and planks, as well as leaves, to make simple fire by drilling wood.

The little guy has never seen this before. He stared at me with wide eyes and his ears were trembling.

The wood near the wolf's den is very dry, and it took me almost no effort, relying on the strength of my hand, to drill out the light smoke within 10 minutes.

The little wolf cub is very curious about the smoke.

In its limited and short childhood, it must have never seen this. The primeval rainforest is mostly wet and rainy, and the chance of natural fires is not high.

He moved his small nose to smell it, but he choked and sneezed.

"puff!"

The little wolf cub sniffled uncomfortably, and the sound of sneezing was very cute.

I couldn't help being amused by his small appearance, and I almost didn't have the energy to start the fire.

"Kid, don't come close, it will burn your nose!"

I tapped its little head lightly, and it shrank its head quickly.

Sparks came out of the kindling board, so I quickly piled up the dry leaves and blew lightly, and the flames jumped up little by little.

I kept aiming the flames at the laid fire, and made the fire flourish little by little.

Seeing the glowing red flames, the little wolf cub was obviously a little scared.

Beasts have an instinctive fear of fire.

Not far away, the female wolves who had left me behind looked over with vigilant eyes again, which made me very nervous.

I don't know how to communicate with these animals, I can only wave my hand to them, indicating that I won't use this to hurt them and the cubs.

The vigilant eyes of the female wolves did not relax in the slightest.

It was the little wolf cub, whose big eyes were full of fear and curiosity. It tilted its head, stretched its neck to feel the heat of the fire, and wanted to stick its paws in.

"Little guy! This one won't work!" I quickly patted its fleshy paws.

The little wolf cub looked at me aggrieved, as if saying something.

I kindly gave you food, why are you still beating me?
It lowered its head aggrievedly, and I reached out to touch its furry head, but it avoided it, like a child playing a small temper.

"This untouchable, little one, will turn your paws into chargrilled wolf's paws. Ugh..."

The little wolf cub looked at me angrily, refused to let go of my advice, flicked his tail quickly, turned his head and ran away in a fit of anger.

The little guy is very cute, and he can play tantrums like a child. I am a little dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)