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.

was enjoying her sleep, Cooper sneaked in, nudging

his charm offensive

turned her back

sat stubbornly, refusing

the morning, Stella knelt

was no sign

ability to heal; the wound had

behaved exceptionally well, doing everything to

thought he had learned his lesson, he

moment he was cuddling in her arms, the next

be lurking around, Rosie patrolled the snow mounds periodically but never found any tracks. Just as they were starting

could follow, he was already

could feel her liver ache. She sat down on the snow

revenge, she wouldn't stand

own demise, there was

was frantic, constantly scanning the horizon with the

a brown

in surprise, "It's Cooper,

he was injured

once was

gritted her teeth and gave him a couple

challenges, must be the result of having too

him for

ideological education must

scoundrel dog promised all too well to her face, but as soon as his wounds healed, off he

time, Stella was hot on his

saw a lean white

over, it would have been invisible were it not

was chasing after it with abandon, as

and the

for her pistol, aiming to shoot the Snowflake, but

gun, only to find the two were fighting too fiercely, now

too fast, entangled together, making it impossible to

safety, she tossed

there was no way he

aim, but the Snowflake was fighting and moving, now more

a short distance and still

infuriated, grabbing the

Jasper was deliberately missing; it was that the Snowflake blended into

a wolf were locked in a tight chase; a careless

killed, Jasper seriously doubted Stella

was a wolf, Cooper didn't seem

from exhaustion or lack of desire to continue,