Werewolf Survival in Apocalypse chapter 85

Rainy World (5)

Misoah.

She was walking alone in the woods at leisure.

She wandered around the area as if she were taking a walk, gently wagging her long, bountiful tail.

I enjoyed this relaxing time.

Shoot!

Rain streaks that wet the forest.

But even in the midst of that, her mouth was filled with a relaxed smile.

Now, during the afternoon routine, Misoah was given one of the few free moments.

With the return of the herd from hunting and the return of Yoo Yu-rin, she is the only one freed from the time of responsibility and protection of the herd, and her role is shaken.

As such, the second-in-command of the group always had as many things to do as his high rank and name.

In that sense, Misoah’s day was even more special.

It’s because the carcass of the Imoogi I hunted the other day was so big.

To this day, Yuhwarin and the group quietly guarded the stone mountain without hunting.

Thanks to that, Misoah was also freed from her heavy responsibilities and had a long break for a day.

“hehehe.”

Misoa stretched her long.

She spread her thin, slender arms outstretched, as if she were a feline.

“Ugh-!”

A reporter pulling her arm up with all her might.

Following the texture of her upper arm muscles and her shoulder muscles, her large breasts also stood up, casting a distinct shape in the shape of a drop of water.

It had been a long time since it had rained on her and her ears and hair were wet.

But if it’s a day like today where you get away from your daily role.

No matter how faithful she is to her role as a werewolf, she goes outside without even paying attention to the falling rain.

“Ah.”

Then suddenly.

Misoah went crazy with some thoughts.

Her mouth opened slightly involuntarily.

Now Winter has proudly joined the ranks of the pack.

Thanks to having reached the age of adulthood to some extent, Yuhwarin, the head of the family, now has time to make up for the lack of sleep, rather than always watching over her child, Winter.

Then no more.

It comes to the conclusion that Hwarin Yoo does not meddle with Winter.

Come to think of it, it was like that.

Misoa suddenly remembered a very important fact.

Recently, in winter, the body odors of other members of the tribe were slowly oozing out here and there.

It wasn’t that he had any other compelling reason.

It was because they were hunting in groups together, and the hairs of their kin passed by.

Of course, from time to time, very occasionally, there were several other members of the same tribe who quietly approached Yuhwarin, the leader, with a more cautious look.

It was a very light, timid touch.

Of course, when it comes to Yuhwarin, the leader.

As if she didn’t even like that, she sometimes squinted her eyes and glared as if she was wary of the approach of her people, but-.

Apart from that, she only turned her head excitedly, but she didn’t interfere too much.

The reason was simple.

It’s also because it’s ridiculous to block other female bodies from approaching an already grown child.

No longer did Yuhwarin overprotect or interfere in any kind of winter.

If so, Misoah, she could too.

She can also put the body odor on Winter’s body.

Slowly.

Let’s think that far.

“Hmm.”

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Soon after, Misoah’s fluttering and swaying tail was lifted up with power.

Her tail began wagging sideways.

The anticipation began to rise.

Chalbak. Snap.

She began to walk a little faster and return to her stone mountain.

Misoah The conclusion is that there is no big problem even if she touches the winter.

She made her rush a little to get back to the pack a little quicker.

Soon, with such thoughts.

Misoah’s gait changed to running.

Her wet footsteps echoed through the forest.

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I could feel Misoah, the second-in-command of the group, returning from far away.

As if she was burning, her blue magic was getting closer and closer.

She sees that her intense magic power, her aura, is slowly but surely returning towards them.

‘Hmm…’

Winter focused her eyes on the approach of the blue color that was gradually approaching.

Misoah.

As expected, the strength of magical power, which is felt as much as the rank of the group, belonged to a very special axis unlike other individuals.

Of course, she may not be as great as his mother, Yuhua Lin, but aside from that, it was clear that she possessed an overwhelming force more than anyone else in the group, even from this distance.

Winter blinked.

His gaze turned to Soyul, who stretched out her feet leisurely on one side of the stone mountain and enjoyed the leisure time.

‘There seems to be a big difference in the amount of magic power that Soyul has, who is ranked third.’

It seemed that there was a difference in the intensity of the colors they possessed between each other’s magical powers.

If Hwarin Yu had a color like a white superheat that stood out alone.

Misoah, the next in line, has a very intense burning blue color.

However, Soyul’s aura was less bright in color, unlike the two, who had such distinct personalities.

Compared to the other high-order individuals in the herd, there were no significant differences.

It was said that the variation in strength would not be much different from other individuals.

Sureuk.

Kyeo-gyeol waved his two antennae and continued his thoughts.

‘It feels like a combat power meter that can be seen very objectively.’

It feels like a Scouter from Dragon Ball.

However, in this case, rather than the number of objective numbers coming out as numbers.

Through the density and color of the magic power, I had a strong feeling that I was seeing the size of the other person’s magic power with my own eyes.

‘Perhaps, this could be the decisive factor in avoiding that calamity.’

It was around the time I thought about it.

‘Huh?’

Suddenly, Winter heard the subtle footsteps.

Finally, Misoah, who had returned to Dolsan Mountain, was seen beyond the bush in the distance.

She was coming back with a brisk jolt, as if she were taking a walk.

I saw an apple in her hand that I hadn’t seen before.

For some reason, Misoah is more lively than usual.

There was a smile on his lips as if something pleasant had happened.

Misoah returned to the nest like that.

As always, rather than going to her reserved seat in the nearby bush to rest, she came closer to Winter and sat down.

So, for some reason, he acted differently than usual.

[…?]

It was only natural for her to look back at her as if she was puzzled by her winter.

“hehehe.”

As if answering that gaze.

Smile Oh, she soon looks back on the winter and smiles brightly in her eyes.

And then, soon after, she sighed and held out the apple she was holding in her hand to him.

[…]

Silently, Winter stared at the apology she held out to her.

‘What is this?’

He looked back and forth between Misoa and her apple.

It was a somewhat aggressive behavior that was not like the usual calm girl. This kind of behavior was usually a small thing or a behavior that was often seen.

Because Misoa’s behavior was so out of the blue.

Winter took some time to think about the reason.

‘Ah.’

But soon, even the most ignorant of him could figure out the reason.

He opened his mouth slightly.

‘This is okay to eat, right?’

And then Winter accepts her offer of apology.

As if that action was the correct answer, her eye smile grew thicker.

It was a dazzling smile like a miso.

Crunchy. Crunchy

Winter started biting off an apple.

‘Oh, it’s delicious.’

It was quite sweet and delicious. It was the flavor of fruit I hadn’t felt in a while.

Just like that, winter is eating an apple from one part after another.

Width.

There was a feeling of being embraced in the winter body as if it were slippery and slippery.

‘Huh?’

Wanting something, I looked around and found that it was none other than Misoah who was embraced by winter.

“Haa-.”

She drew in a long breath as if she could smell the winter, her face to face.

Or else she rubbed her body against the wet skin of her fur, enjoying its softness.

[…]

Winter watched the action silently for a while.

Soon she began to focus on eating the apple again.

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“…”

However, Yuhwarin’s mother watched her actions.

That pupil became a vertical pupil, as if it were a cat’s tooth.

She was frantically staring at the aggressive action of Misoah rubbing her face against her winter body.

However, Yoo Yu-rin did not act as aggressively as before.

In the past, she glared at Misoah and Soyul as if they were going to kill her and took out her anger.

It was because the winter at that time was very young.

But not now.

Winter is no longer the winter of those days.

She couldn’t just stand with her in her arms and take her with her.

She doesn’t like her unfortunately, but there was no room for her to interfere any longer.

If she intervened here, that would be even stranger.

“…Hmm.”

Because my mother, Yuhwarin.

Soon she no longer wanted to see the scene in front of her eyes, so she turned her head away as she did, frowning her brow with her nervous expression.

If you look at that behavior for no reason, it only stimulates her temper.

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