She stared at the three wolf cubs gnawing on the bedpost in hunger, struggling in her heart.
She bit her lip, suddenly tearing open her collar, her voice trembling: "Bring them over here!"
Rhys Blackwood knew immediately she was going to nurse them, but internally he was a bit displeased.
Luna had just given birth not long ago and had just been through a series of shocks, otherwise, she wouldn't have suddenly started having stomach pains.
Even if she was going to feed them, she should wait until her body was better.
"Let them eat milk fruit first, or catch a few newly-born ewes to feed them—they won't starve."
He said this while gently helping her lie down, "You look terrible, let the witch doctor check you first, there's no rush to nurse them."
Luna Sutton regretted using her stomachache as an excuse, watching the time slip by, growing increasingly anxious: "I'm fine, I can do it."
