18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 475

Cooper couldn't quite decide if he was feeling guilty or just completely oblivious to the pain as he wagged his tail non-stop at the person cleaning up his mess. Lying in the snow, he exposed his belly, begging for a rub.

Stella was fuming. She quickly knelt down to check his wounds.

There were two gashes on his leg, clearly from sharp teeth, and his back bore distinct claw marks.

Stella examined the corner of his mouth, where he was hurt, and found a tuft of white fur.

This fur... a polar bear?

Impossible, the size difference was too great.

Jasper surveyed the scene and guessed, "Wolf?"

Stella instinctively thought that couldn't be right. After all, it had been ten years since the calamity, and life was tough even for humans, let alone animals...

But then again, the survival instinct of animals was no less than that of humans. Perhaps some had indeed survived.

A Snowflake?

Had Cooper lost or won?

Without further thought, ensuring there was no danger around, Stella carried him into Arcadia.

After disinfecting and bandaging his wounds, she pointed at his nose and scolded, "Cooper, if you ever dare to be this reckless again, believe me, I'll throw you out, you hear?" What could Cooper say? He just played the pathetic card and kept wagging his tail.

Reprimanding him for half an hour wasn't enough for Stella; she even vented on Jasper, "Aren't you supposed to be his trainer? Look how you've spoiled him into being so rebellious." Chasing after an Arctic wolf, truly courting death!

He was lucky to come back alive today, but what about next time?

Jasper took the scolding in silence, "......"

Despite her anger, knowing Cooper couldn't jump around with his injuries, Stella bundled him into a backpack.

They left Arcadia, braving the biting wind as they made their way home.

With all the commotion, it was dark by the time they got back.

Stella was serious this time. She made Cooper sit on the floor for a time-out, and at dinner, he got nothing, not even a whiff of the steamy chicken legs.

Cooper looked pleadingly at Rosie, his doggy eyes spinning.

Rosie didn't dare intercede; his sister-in-law was genuinely furious.

After dinner, Jasper began a two-hour lecture on doggy discipline.

It wasn't until Stella's expression softened that he finally stopped the reeducation.

morning, as Stella was enjoying her sleep, Cooper sneaked in, nudging her with

charm

her back on

sat stubbornly, refusing

in the morning, Stella knelt down

there was no sign

wound had closed up

well, doing everything to please

when Stella thought he had learned

in her arms,

snow mounds periodically but

time anyone could follow, he was already

feel her liver ache. She sat down on the snow

really out for group revenge, she wouldn't stand a chance even if

insisted on seeking his own demise, there was nothing Stella could

frantic, constantly scanning the

a brown shadow appeared in the

in surprise, "It's

he was injured

was love, but twice

injuries were minor, Stella gritted her teeth and gave him a couple of

seeking death-defying challenges, must be the result of

him for

education

promised all too well to her face,

was hot on his

white

white all over, it would have been

it with abandon,

Snowflake was quickly caught up with, and the two tumbled in

aiming to shoot

to find the two were fighting too fiercely, now buried in the

entangled together, making it impossible

safety, she tossed the gun to Jasper,

legendary; there was no way

but the Snowflake was fighting and moving, now more than two hundred

a short distance and still unable

was infuriated, grabbing

deliberately missing; it was that the Snowflake blended into the snow,

were locked in a tight chase; a careless shot could

injured or killed, Jasper seriously

was a wolf, Cooper

the fight went on, whether from exhaustion or lack of desire to continue,