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.

sleep, Cooper sneaked in, nudging her with his head, "Woof

charm offensive

her

stubbornly,

in the morning, Stella knelt down to check Cooper's

no sign

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

this time, he behaved exceptionally well, doing everything to please his human, almost too

learned his lesson, he ran off

one moment he was cuddling in her arms, the next he

the snow mounds periodically but never found any tracks. Just as they were starting to relax, it happened

time anyone could follow, he was already

was so frustrated she could feel her liver ache. She sat

she wouldn't stand

on seeking his own demise, there was nothing

frantic, constantly scanning the horizon

an hour later, a brown

exclaimed in surprise, "It's Cooper,

expected, he was injured

was love, but twice was

and gave him a

must be the result

starved him for a whole

education must

the scoundrel dog promised all too well to her face,

time, Stella was hot on his

a lean white shadow

white all over, it would have been invisible were it not for

it with abandon, as swift as

and the two tumbled in the snow,

aiming to shoot the Snowflake, but it was out of

switched to a submachine gun, only to find the two were fighting too fiercely, now buried

were moving too fast, entangled together,

she tossed the gun to Jasper,

marksmanship was legendary; there was no

was fighting and moving, now more than two hundred

Such a short distance and

grabbing the

Jasper was deliberately missing; it was that the Snowflake blended into the snow, making precision shooting extremely

a wolf were locked in a tight chase; a careless shot could

was injured or killed, Jasper seriously

the opponent was a wolf,

the fight went on, whether from exhaustion or lack