After hearing his words, Zoey said nothing.
Her fingers skillfully tore off a corner of her clothes and bandaged her arm that was scratched by the Berserker Wolf.
The pain of the wound did not seem to affect her. Her movements were orderly, as if she was dealing with a trivial matter.
After bandaging the wound, she raised her head and pointed to the corner. "I choose that one."
Everyone's eyes followed her finger and fell on a black Berserker Wolf.
This wolf was small and thin, and was excluded by other tall and powerful wolves. He could only curl up in the shadow of the corner, looking extremely lonely.
This was a pitiful little guy, and he seemed to be forgotten by the group and ignored by everyone.
He was also the only black wolf in the cage!
In the world of Berserker Wolves, th
