Although he lay with his back turned, Meatball had been listening intently. Seeing that the Little Snow Wolf didn't seem to notice anything, his tense body finally relaxed.
He held his breath and listened for a while longer. Only after confirming that the Little Snow Wolf wouldn't make any moves did he roll over.
The Little Snow Wolf was curled up in a washbasin, sleeping sweetly. Meatball blinked his eyes, then looked at the icy, snowy landscape outside, and finally snorted. "Forget it, forget it. Right now, with the weather so cold, if this gray little thing goes out, it's probably a goner. Anyway, there's always tomorrow. I can throw it out when the weather gets better."
With that thought, Meatball squinted his eyes, also squinting in the direction of the Little Snow Wolf.
