Ch 4: My Wolf Husband

Fuli moved effortlessly through the cold mountain under the pale moonlight. The darkness didn’t hinder his vision at all; his vertical pupils expanded, capturing every slight movement and detail in his surroundings.

He silently approached the area around the wooden house, kicking the buried remains of the deer and the extinguished fire. He was surprised to see a small tent set up under the treehouse.

He had thought that the creature—a female, in his mind—wouldn’t survive long, as its frail body seemed destined for natural elimination. In the wolf pack, the gravely injured or elderly would find a place to rest in peace, while the weak among herds like deer or horses would be preyed upon. Even the old hunter who once lived in the treehouse had succumbed to the frailty of age.

So what chance did a “human” abandoned by its tribe have?

But as Fuli approached the small tent, he saw Lin Shuishi sleeping soundly, nestled between two young wolves. The little shelter was surprisingly warm in the freezing cold, even warmer than the wolf king’s den.

The two green wolves inside immediately opened their eyes at the sound of his approach, but upon recognizing Fuli, they merely wagged their tails, reluctant to move.

The wolves were too cozy, and if they got up, the cold wind would rush in, possibly freezing their new “little brother” to death!

Fuli didn’t mind. He even tilted his head, carefully examining the seemingly simple yet sturdy shelter. Seeing how soundly Lin Shuishi slept despite someone approaching, Fuli frowned—such poor vigilance! This creature was just like the pup he carried in his arms—without someone to watch over them, they’d be eaten by wild animals.

As he was thinking this, the pup in his arms stirred and poked its head out. Fuli pulled the little white wolf from his fur coat and casually tossed it through the opening at the front of the tent, dropping it into Lin Shuishi’s arms.

Lin Shuishi, in the middle of a comfortable sleep, barely reacted to the disturbance. He simply stretched, then instinctively pulled the warm, fuzzy ball closer, curling up and falling back asleep.

The wolf pup, though tossed around, didn’t cry out. It clumsily pushed itself up against Lin Shuishi’s arm, shaking its little head. After taking a sniff of the two green wolves and recognizing their scent as part of its pack, it only gave a small sneeze, stretched its sturdy little legs, and with a satisfied smack of its lips, burrowed into Lin Shuishi’s embrace, curling up to sleep with its little rear sticking out.

The two green wolves, sensing the scent of the wolf king on the little white pup, instinctively moved aside to make room. They glanced up at Fuli, who had already leapt into the trees to rest and was no longer paying attention to them. Feeling more at ease, they shamelessly decided to laze around and lay back down.

The next morning, Lin Shuishi was awakened by the chirping of birds in the forest. The warm ash under the deer hide had long since cooled, but he still felt remarkably warm—especially in his arms, which were quite cozy.

Opening his eyes, he was startled to find the two green wolves napping beside him!

As soon as he moved slightly, the wolves opened their eyes and quickly darted out of the tent. Before Lin Shuishi could relax, he heard a small whimper from his arms.

Looking down, he realized with shock, What kind of night did I have? Did I move into a wolf den? There’s even a little one in my arms!

But Lin Shuishi was no longer afraid. If the wolves wanted to eat him, they would have done so already. Besides, the little creature in his arms was undeniably adorable—fluffy and chubby, with pure white fur and bright blue eyes that were still drowsy from sleep.

The little wolf pup, with its tiny ears pinned back, kept nudging its way into Lin Shuishi’s arms, kicking its legs as it squirmed closer. It didn’t make any noise, silently searching Lin Shuishi’s chest for warmth, its little whiskers tickling him.

Finally finding a comfortable spot, the pup nuzzled a bit and then began to suckle…

“Ah! Ow!” Lin Shuishi shivered, goosebumps instantly rising all over his body. He quickly pulled the pup out and held it up in front of him, watching as the little creature smacked its lips and curled its tiny paws. Lin Shuishi stared at it for a moment.

Then he gave in. Poor thing, he thought. What harm could a little pup have? It’s just hungry and looking for milk.

But he didn’t have any milk!

So, Lin Shuishi crawled out of the now cold little tent, intending to tear off some strips of deer meat for the pup.

He had no idea whose offspring this little one was or where it came from. But it definitely couldn’t be from those two green wolves—they were both male and had a sly look about them, not the type to produce such a cute little creature!

Meanwhile, the two green wolves that Lin Shuishi had secretly been complaining about had returned to their pack to participate in a hunt. One of them slipped while running and ended up doing a split. Glancing around to make sure the lead wolf hadn’t noticed, they lazily shuffled to the side, looking quite crafty…

The daytime temperature was a bit better. The winter branches were bare, allowing sunlight to filter through the layers of vines and fall onto the ground, even melting some of the snow. As Lin Shuishi carried the wolf pup towards the treehouse, he began to worry.

The half-melted snow was no longer clean; he needed to find a water source. It was safer during the day, so he had to explore the mountain. He also needed to build a clay stove, which would allow him to boil water and store fire. Manually starting a fire every day would be too difficult; it was best to keep the embers alive!

As he pondered these thoughts, Lin Shuishi used his bone knife to cut some deer meat. The little white wolf, smelling the meat, immediately pounced on it, swallowing it without much chewing. Afraid the little one might choke, Lin Shuishi tore the meat into smaller strips to feed it.

“I don’t know where you came from, but since I woke up with you in my arms, it means we’re connected! Life is tough for me too, but let’s both do our best to survive!”

The whole experience of transmigrating still felt unreal to Lin Shuishi. That mysterious benefactor who had saved him was elusive, not seeming like a real person. At times, Lin Shuishi even suspected that person was a spirit! After all, who else would live deep in the mountains and be able to command wolves?

The only thing that gave him some peace of mind was the treehouse, which showed signs of human habitation. Looking at the heavily dust-covered little house, he decided he needed to clean it up! Who knew, he might end up living there. Returning to the village wasn’t an option—he didn’t even know which direction it was in. If he wandered and got lost in the forest, he’d be in real trouble. He could only wait until the snow melted in spring to think about it.

Moreover, even if he did return, he likely wouldn’t be accepted, and who knew what kind of trouble that would bring. Life was already hard enough, and being a ger made things even more complicated.

After mulling it over, he decided his first priority was to build a clay stove and collect the snowmelt nearby for storage!

Carrying the little wolf pup, Lin Shuishi reached the edge of the treehouse platform. Just as he was about to step onto the ladder, he suddenly froze.

The “demon” with golden eyes had returned! He was silently making his way through the forest, carrying a large wild ram over his shoulder, and in just a few strides, he was beneath the treehouse.

Fuli looked up, his gaze meeting Lin Shuishi’s as he stood above holding the pup. The golden morning sunlight streamed down, making Fuli’s eyes appear even lighter.

This was the first time Lin Shuishi had gotten a good look at him in daylight. When they first met, it was in the dim light of a dying campfire, and Lin Shuishi had been too frightened to see clearly, only remembering those dark golden eyes and the man’s imposing figure.

Now, looking down from above, Lin Shuishi could see him completely.

Lin Shuishi had only one thought: “He’s not a demon; he’s a wild beast!” He had never seen anyone like this.

Incredibly handsome! His coarse black hair was braided into small strands that hung behind his head, exposing a smooth forehead and unruly, sword-like brows. His nose was high and prominent, and his features were sharply defined, as if chiseled from stone, with strong and stern lines.

His honey-colored body was tall, muscular, and powerful, with broad shoulders that were glistening with sweat, even in the cold weather, sending up wisps of steam.

He was both fierce and deep.

This was a mature beast, Lin Shuishi thought.

He stood there for a while, his heart pounding and his limbs going numb.

Then he saw the man toss down the ram and begin tearing it apart with his bare hands. It was only then that Lin Shuishi snapped out of it, unsure how to greet him. He had rarely left his home before, and his self-esteem was low. Having met so few people, he had developed some social anxiety over time. He was far from being a smooth talker and often managed to kill conversations.

But, thinking about it, Lin Shuishi decided to head downstairs first.

At that moment, the little wolf pup couldn’t wait any longer. With a “yip,” it jumped out of Lin Shuishi’s arms and waddled its little rear over to Fuli, clinging affectionately to the fur pelt hanging at his waist.

Lin Shuishi followed behind the wolf pup, awkwardly moving to stand beside the man. His eyes were involuntarily drawn to the muscles constantly flexing in Fuli’s arms as he tore at the sheep’s hide. After stammering for a moment, Lin Shuishi managed to say, “Uh, hero, thank you for the deer!”

After struggling to get out just that one sentence, he didn’t know what else to say and could only stand there awkwardly, nervously fidgeting with his hands.

Fuli didn’t say anything. He glanced at Lin Shuishi’s thin clothing, then deftly peeled the sheep’s hide off, rolled it into a bundle, and tossed it into Lin Shuishi’s arms.

The ram’s pelt was thick and heavy! Lin Shuishi staggered as he caught it, barely keeping his balance. Only then did Fuli look up and give the weak “female” a more serious glance, his eyes scanning the slim, even frail arms and chest, his expression unreadable.

Lin Shuishi’s face immediately flushed red. “I-I just wasn’t paying attention, that’s why I didn’t catch it,” he said, his voice growing quieter as he spoke. It was a weak excuse, and he knew he wasn’t strong.

Feeling the need to change the subject, he pointed to the little wolf pup still nibbling at Fuli’s fur pelt and asked, “Is this your wolf?”

Fuli was busy pulling apart the ram’s meat, tearing the animal apart with his bare hands. He tossed the liver to the little wolf without looking at Lin Shuishi and merely nodded slightly.

Seeing Fuli nod, Lin Shuishi felt a bit relieved, realizing that this man could understand him.

After that, the two fell silent.

The air grew uncomfortably quiet…

The ram was large, with plenty of fat. Lin Shuishi realized he couldn’t really help with the butchering, so he held onto the pelt and said, “I’ll go and work on the hide!” With that, he turned and hurried back up to the treehouse, almost as if fleeing.

He sat on the small platform at the entrance, holding the bone knife and scraping the fat and tissues clean from the hide. As he worked, he kept glancing down at Fuli below.

He saw Fuli leave two ram legs by the tree and toss the rest of the carcass into the forest. Then, he threw his head back and let out a howl—a sound so powerful that Lin Shuishi dropped his bone knife in shock!

That was not a sound a human could make! It was the howl of a dominant wolf!

As soon as the howl ended, a few large gray wolves, their fur mixed with some white but not pure white, emerged from the forest. They seemed accustomed to this routine, grabbing the leftover prey and disappearing into the woods.

Lin Shuishi felt a bit scared. Humans naturally fear the unknown.

After nervously finishing the hide, he saw that Fuli had already eaten a large chunk of meat. He didn’t cook it or roast it; he just tore it into strips and ate it raw.

Fuli was still tearing at the meat when he noticed Lin Shuishi coming down with the pelt. His dark golden eyes, with their vertical pupils, indicated to Lin Shuishi that the ram legs and the pelt were his.

Before Lin Shuishi could say anything, Fuli leaped up onto the thick branches of the ancient tree, lying down lazily and closing his eyes to rest.

Lin Shuishi stood there for a long time, staring at the large, meaty ram leg and the soft, thick pelt in his hands. After a while, he quietly called up to the figure in the tree with a soft voice, “Thank you.”

Strangely, after that, his fear of the “beast” in the tree lessened a little.

Lin Shuishi knew that humans were the most dangerous animals.

Human hearts are complex, desires are intense, and even without sharp teeth or claws, they often kill more ruthlessly than beasts who hunt only to fill their bellies.

Just consider what he had gone through—the experience of being sacrificed to the wolves and then being saved gave him a lot to reflect on.

The “beast” in the tree treated him better than the villagers of Yuanshan down the mountain.

He had saved him.