But it wasn't a wolf attacking, it just wasn't letting the young one touch its tail, it was just warning me. 。,Youth, ah, their lips are not soft, they have sharp fangs. I'm afraid that even the slightest touch would draw crimson blood from within. 。,Wolves don't have inherited memories, do they 。The gray wolf's eyes were fixed intently on the bedroom, its mind filled with... 。Today I saw that scene, that human couple 。It stuck out its tongue and leaned in, licking my upper lip. 。The youth touched its tail. 。。