"Lesser wolf is ready to evolve?" Zaroth repeated what the system told him in confusion.
He had only four wolves of the Lesser tier—the unmanned ones—but currently they were in his soul, meaning they couldn't achieve what was needed of them to evolve even if they wanted to.
"This makes no sense…" he muttered, scratching the back of his head.
A few minutes passed as he struggled to remember the possible reason for the message. Until—
"Ah!" he exclaimed, his eyes opening wide.
A memory surfaced from the day he first tamed the four unnamed wolves. He had been hunting for more beasts when he witnessed a bear slaughtering a pack of wolves. Making use of the moment, he commanded Silverfang to kill the bear. That was the thing that allowed Silverfang to evolve to the next tier.
After the bear had failed by Silverfang's attack, Zaroth tamed five wolves, but one of them wanted to remain there to care for the pups along with their mother.
