The little seat wolf in Abel's arms seemed to have found the feeling of being in its mother's arms. It gently rubbed against Abel's chest with its little head, causing Abel to itch. Unable to resist, Abel began to gently stroke the little seat wolf's head, and the wolf kept lifting its head, as if hoping that Abel's caresses would never stop. Abel stood up with the little seat wolf in his arms and walked towards the horses. With the addition of this little seat wolf, Abel was even less inclined to spend the night in the forest. There was no food here to feed the little seat wolf, so they had to return to the castle. As Abel approached the horses, the scent of the little seat wolf made the horses uneasy. They pawed at the ground and appeared quite agitated. Abel remembered that for ordina

