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.

enjoying her sleep, Cooper sneaked in, nudging her with his head,

his charm offensive was

her back

stubbornly,

thing in the morning, Stella

no sign of

have a remarkable ability to heal; the wound had

time, he behaved exceptionally well, doing everything

thought he had learned

cuddling in her

animals. Worried they might be lurking around, Rosie patrolled the snow mounds periodically but never found any tracks. Just

before, by the time anyone could

feel her liver

out for group revenge, she

own demise, there was nothing Stella could

was frantic, constantly scanning

an hour later, a brown

exclaimed in surprise, "It's Cooper,

expected, he

once was love,

his injuries were minor, Stella gritted her teeth and gave him a couple of lashes with a switch, even

be the result of having too much energy to

starved him for

ideological education must

her face, but as soon as his wounds healed,

Stella was

lean white

over, it would have been invisible

with abandon,

caught up with, and

shoot the Snowflake, but it was out

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

together, making it impossible

safety, she tossed the gun to Jasper,

legendary; there was

was fighting and moving, now more than

he doing? Such a short distance

grabbing the

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

wolf were locked in a tight chase;

was injured or killed, Jasper seriously doubted Stella would

a wolf, Cooper didn't seem to be

exhaustion or