Three gray wolves in a pincer formation, pushed aside the clumps of grass, stepped with all four paws, and let out a low growl like a threat, slowly pacing towards Jingyang.,A flash of white light passed, strands of hair scattered and fell away silently, but on the inside of the wolf's ears, a magenta five-pointed star pattern remained on its skin.,But, this tiny swaddle, is clearly for a newborn baby.。