And just like that, a strange duo appeared on the road—Ethan walked in front, while behind him followed a tiny wolf barely a few dozen centimeters tall. What made it even more baffling was that this little wolf was carrying a girl on its back.
Naturally, this bizarre combination drew a flurry of comments from passersby.
"Holy—what kind of monster are you? That wolf is tiny—how can you even bear to ride it?"
"Exactly, that girl must be super spoiled. Can't even walk? Who in their right mind would ride a baby wolf?"
"Ugh, people these days... no compassion at all."
Hearing the chatter around them, Elena buried her face into Silver Fang's neck. Even with a veil on, she felt utterly embarrassed to be seen.
"Ethan… maybe I should just walk instead," Elena murmured meekly.
