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,

charm offensive

her back

sat stubbornly, refusing

in the morning, Stella knelt down to check

no

the wound had

doing everything to please

learned his lesson, he ran off

he was cuddling in her arms,

notoriously vengeful pack animals. Worried they might be lurking around, Rosie patrolled the snow mounds periodically but never found any tracks. Just as they were starting to

by the time anyone could follow, he was already

liver ache. She

were really out for group revenge, she

own demise,

constantly scanning the horizon with the

a brown shadow appeared in the

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

he

over him once was

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

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

she starved him for a whole

ideological education must

too well to her face, but as soon

Stella was hot on

lean white shadow darting across the

been

was chasing after it with abandon,

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

for her pistol, aiming to shoot the Snowflake, but it was out of

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

were moving too fast, entangled together,

tossed the

was no

Snowflake was fighting and moving, now more than

Such a short distance and still unable

grabbing the

deliberately missing; it was that the Snowflake blended into the

locked in a tight chase;

injured or killed, Jasper

was a wolf, Cooper didn't seem to be at a

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