They came to follow Weed.
But still, there were some who did not accept Weed until the end.
In a way, those were captain level of wolves.
Those kinds of ones Weed silently took them to the back of the hill, holding their neck.
“Hoohoohoo, you good boys. You must be hurt a lot. Then I should treat your wound with even more care.”
I think it’s better to treat you over there than here.”
Soft smile and caring eyes!