C75 Little Count(9)

The fluffy little white tail swung behind him, and the two furry ears on his head trembled. Riles stuck out his tongue and licked his upper and lower lips a few times. The taste in his mouth made him squint his eyes in satisfaction, and the tail behind him swung even more happily.

As a warlike race, the Wolf Tribe sparred with each other every day before the war even began