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

charm

her back

sat stubbornly,

morning, Stella knelt down to

there was no

a remarkable ability to heal; the wound had closed up in

doing

when Stella thought he had learned

he was cuddling in her arms,

Rosie patrolled the snow mounds periodically

anyone could follow, he was already out

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

the wolves were really out for group revenge, she wouldn't

insisted on seeking his own

constantly scanning the horizon with

later, a brown shadow appeared

exclaimed in surprise, "It's Cooper, he's coming

expected, he was

him once was love,

gave

fights, seeking death-defying challenges, must be the result of having too

she starved him for a whole

education must

all too well to her face, but as soon as his wounds healed,

Stella was hot

a lean white

over, it would have been invisible

with

up with, and the

her pistol, aiming to shoot

the two were fighting too fiercely, now buried in the snow,

were moving too fast, entangled together, making it impossible to

Cooper's safety, she tossed the gun to

there was no way he could

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

short distance and still

grabbing

wasn't that Jasper was deliberately missing; it was that the Snowflake blended into

were locked in a tight chase; a careless

was injured or killed, Jasper

even though the opponent was a wolf, Cooper didn't seem to

on, whether from exhaustion or lack