The Wolf Deity

New Pursuit

She left with tears of gratitude, her captivating expression, and her pair of pointed ears covered with fine fur made my heartstrings tremble. She left, taking with her a piece of my wolf heart. I think I’m in love—this is my first love, the precious first love of the Wolf King.

But I couldn’t even dare to approach her. She is so beautiful, and I am just a four-legged wolf. Once, I took pride in my beautiful fur and strong physique, and in my noble, pure bloodline. But now, those very things have become sources of my insecurity. I can’t bring myself to confess my love to this fairy-like girl.

“Ow~~ ow~~ wooow~~~,” I let out a sorrowful howl to the sky, my sharp fangs bared. The result was that the fox girl and her parents fled even faster.

Oh! How I wish to evolve like that lovely fox girl, to walk upright with my chest out and belly in. Yet now I can only walk on all fours, scanning the surroundings with an eagle’s gaze. I can only watch her leave with deep affection. What else can I do? Can I press my sharp claws on her soft little behind and force her to mate with me?

No, no, no. How could I use such shameless language? I should say, enjoying the sweet joy of the flesh. Yes, though the meaning is the same, the terms humans create are indeed hypocritical—not, no, no, actually beautiful—packaging the **naked** as something sacred. Thus, indulging in the **becomes** a great goal.

Heaven, thinking of it this way, I want to become human even more.

My strategist, that crafty demon servant Hakurama Tadada, who I never take advice from, approached me with a mysterious air: “My King, you are so kind and great, to have spared her family. I managed to find out her name. Do you want to know?”

My heart inexplicably skipped a beat, but I pretended to be nonchalant, turning my head and licking my claws, asking casually, “Oh? I didn’t ask earlier, what’s her name?”

“She’s called Lolita, My King.”

“Lolita,” I gazed at the girl gradually fading away under the fiery sunset, my red eyes emitting a fiery soft glow.

“My King, you, you like that fox girl, don’t you?”

“Nonsense,” I lifted my head and sneered, “What makes you think I like her?”

“Ah, My King, your left eye was always fixed on her lively, swaying little behind.”

“What? Is that so? What was my right eye doing?”

“Of course, the same!”

“Damn it!” I grabbed him with a paw and tossed him away.

Originally, I used enough force to send the demon servant rolling three times, but to display my might, Hakurama Tadada rolled an additional four times, ending up quite far away. When he returned, he brought back a stench, having gotten covered in a pile of excrement.

When I ordered him to wash in the pond (by the way, influenced by the stock market trader, I’m very particular about hygiene now. No one in the tribe is allowed to relieve themselves in the lodging area, and after doing so, they must bury it with dirt. I don’t allow the den to become foul-smelling, and anyone caught defecating anywhere is not allowed to eat).

As Hakurama Tadada bathed in the pond, he chewed on a bloodsucking worm he had pulled from his body, while not missing any chance to flatter: “My King, feeling springtime emotions is nothing to be ashamed of. You are so young and strong, you need to have powerful offspring to continue our tribe's existence.

To be precise, you need a group of mates. What a sacred thing it is! My King, you really shouldn’t feel embarrassed. The tribe’s leaders and I have been looking forward to this day. Ah! My King, how could a slender fox girl compare to our tribe’s young women in beauty?”

With the demon servant’s passionate speech, the tribe’s top leader, the Demon Wolf, growled, and a few of the most beautiful ‘she-wolves’ in the tribe shyly approached me, bowing submissively, ready to accept my favor.

According to human aesthetic standards, they are also quite beautiful—well-proportioned bodies, smooth fur, pointed ears. However, this measurement doesn’t consider them as beauties in my eyes. I noticed that one of the she-wolves had less attractive looks, with a slightly thicker waist, clearly unqualified to be my concubine. But she looked familiar, and upon closer inspection, I recognized her as the sister of the tribe’s top leader, the nepotistic top leader. How **! Without hesitation, I resolutely refused: “No! I don’t need it!” This is the truth. Once, I looked at their elegant figures, their overly developed salivary glands made me drool uncontrollably, but now, I feel no desire.

“Why?” Hakurama Tadada asked, feeling aggrieved. At this moment, he had just climbed out of the water, his fur wet and sticking to him. The old fellow was even acting like a shy young girl, which was really disgusting.

I swatted him back into the pond with a paw and said angrily, “I want to know why too! I’m tired of this life. I’m not happy here. I can’t find my place in life on the prairie. I need to leave and try my luck in the human world.”

“Why? Why must you become human?” My demon servant and my four loyal leaders gathered around, looking at me with concern: “My King, don’t go, it’s very dangerous. Human society has powerful warriors and mages, not something you can handle alone. It’s too risky.”

“I know, I know,” seeing everyone so emotional, I felt a bit touched: “I will travel along the less frequented paths of the Central Mountains, asking about news from the magical beasts along the way. I must leave; I can’t find my place in life here.”

“Don’t understand? If you don’t, that’s fine. Even if I explain, you still won’t understand. I used to like them very much,” I said, pointing at the beautiful young she-wolves eagerly awaiting my favor, troubled, “But now, I feel nothing for them.”

Hearing this, the beautiful she-wolf maidens all drooped their ears and lowered their heads, showing expressions of a broken heart. But I didn’t believe they had such deep feelings for me before mating.

They are the beautiful maidens of the Wolf tribe. According to the memories I’ve received, a stock trader once read a book by a powerful writer named Gu Long, which said that the more beautiful a woman, the more deceitful she is. Also, another powerful writer named Jin Yong said the same thing. This must be their personal experience. Mastering indirect knowledge is important. I trust the insights of these otherworldly human sages, so I dismiss them.

“I must go. After I leave, Hakurama Tadada, the major affairs of the tribe will be decided by you and the four leaders. For any actions, you five should discuss more. When I’m tired of human society, I will return.”

Having given my orders, I resolutely and unhesitatingly embarked on my path to adulthood. The direction I took happened to be where Lolita, the troublemaker, had gone.

The four leaders and the high-ranking Demon Wolves sent me off until the edge of the forest, each one looking at me with teary eyes, which made me feel very uneasy. After running a few miles, I couldn’t let go, so I sprinted back.

When I reached the edge of the forest, I found they hadn’t left. Each one was hopping and jumping as if having a fit. One wolf had its leg on a tree trunk, shaking its rear end like a street dog while laughing like an old hen: “My King is gone, how wonderful! We no longer have to wake up in the middle of the night to relieve ourselves far away and dig a pit first.”

Another robust Demon Wolf, my head guard, cheered loudly: “Yay! Now I can finally sleep peacefully. My King always complained about my snoring, making me afraid to rest properly.”

Each wolf was jubilant for its own reasons, and they were all extremely happy. Seeing their delighted expressions, I thought my decision to leave was indeed correct. This discovery was truly amazing!

This time, I really left. I haven’t become human yet, but I firmly believe I will. I’ve already chosen a human name for myself, just as humans carefully pick auspicious names for their unborn children.

My name is Jeddy.

Sackler Jeddy.

Once, our tribe had no surname, but from today onwards, we do. Sackler, I will forever cherish it.

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