C451 The birth of the mastiff king

The wolf cub was struggling to get the dried meat into her mouth.

Originally, it was about to die, but the fragrance of the food caused its spirit to be refreshed and it became full of fighting spirit.

After eating the first mouthful of food, his tongue rolled into his large mouth and swallowed the second mouthful.

After three or five bites, he was simply a bandit