As a venomous snake, I evolved into a god through devouring.

They are intelligent, can understand commands, are loyal and obedient, and possess a certain level of combat capability.

Kasper's mind quickly flashed through the images of several species that met the above conditions.

Foxes, raccoons, wild boars, wolves... oh, and ravens, which are among the most intelligent birds.

Foxes and raccoons are too weak to fight and troublesome to tame. As for wild boars, Casper avoids them like the plague, let alone recruits them as his underlings.

Ravens are too intelligent birds and also have air superiority. Kasper, who is currently unable to leave the ground, cannot defeat them, so he is out of the running.

"At present, wolves seem to be the most ideal choice."

They understand the concept of division of labor and cooperation, possess loyalty, and are capable of long-distance hunting raids.

There is no reproductive isolation between wolves and dogs; a wolf is a dog, and a dog is a wolf.

The value of dogs as hunting partners, carefully selected by humans, is self-evident. As long as they demonstrate strength and show goodwill, a relationship can be established.

Isn't this much more reliable than goblins who are always looking to kill their leader and take his place?

Moreover, there are indeed wolf packs in the forest, and the howling that echoes through the forest every night proves that there are potential wolves everywhere.

"But lone wolves are rare."

Wolves typically travel in packs, helping each other and rarely betraying their pack.

Whether it's luring a wolf out or directly challenging and controlling the wolf king, both are arduous tasks.

Kasper thought to himself, "This is bad."

Sending him to fight and kill, wiping out a not-so-large wolf pack, is completely out of the question in China. But when it comes to building good relations with wolves, Caspar is completely clueless.

He's not a dragon that can descend from the sky and terrify a pack of wolves into running away in terror.

Wolves are quite intelligent; they will run away from venomous snakes. The prerequisite for showing goodwill is that they can at least get along with them.

They have an extremely sensitive sense of smell and a strong sense of territory; it is too dangerous to enter their territory rashly.

Kasper pondered for a long time but still couldn't come up with a feasible solution, and a sense of weariness began to creep into his heart.

I'm so tired. I'm just a snake, why do I have to think so much?

Okay, I'll go to the river and get some fish and meat to eat; I'm really hungry.

He poked his head out of the tree hole and looked up at the sky. After confirming that there were no serpent eagles hovering overhead, he climbed out of the cave.

Just as Casper was about to climb down the tree, he heard a faint, indistinct call.

He flicked his tongue, his gaze falling on a spot not far below the trees.

In the afternoon, dense dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves, swaying on the ground. With such good light, Casper's eyesight was now able to take in the entire surrounding area.

"Was that sound from here?"

He recalled the commotion and glanced at the bushes not far to his lower left.

Before long, the still green leaves began to sway gently, and a sound came from them.

This time, Casper, who was concentrating, finally heard it clearly: a brief, slightly trembling "whimper."

fox?

Kasper remained vigilant.

Foxes are more troublesome than yellow foxes, and snakes are also on their menu. Rather than approaching rashly, it's better to stay in the tree and observe the situation, while retracting the body that had just been extended slightly.

If it's a fox that has stumbled into this place, then he must make sure the other party understands who truly owns this area.

Kasper's serpentine eyes were fixed on the increasingly violently shaking bushes, flashing with a cold light, but the next second, that cold light turned into astonishment.

Under his gaze, a small, dusty ball of fluff suddenly rolled out of the bushes. On the sun-drenched, moss-covered clearing, the furry little thing revealed its true form.

It was a wolf cub, not much bigger than a cat, with its grayish-brown downy fur not yet completely gone, making it look messy and unkempt.

Its wet nose twitched incessantly, and its wide, black bean-like eyes darted around, surveying its surroundings with a look of bewilderment and terror.

Food.

This was the first thought that popped into Casper's mind, but this instinct was quickly overshadowed by joy.

Is it a lost wolf cub? Judging from its appearance, it must have just been weaned.

He had just been worrying about how to get a wolf as his companion, and now one had been delivered right to his doorstep.

Although she may not seem as strong as Hakimi, she is a perfect fit as Kasper's first familiar.

Kasper was overjoyed, but he didn't let this emotion cloud his judgment and immediately went down.

Perhaps it won't be long before the mother wolf discovers her cub is missing, and then quickly finds it using her keen sense of smell.

Given my current state, it's not a wise move to confront an adult wolf; it would be better to observe for a while longer.

Kasper positioned himself at the entrance of the tree hollow, observing the wolf cubs below while remaining vigilant for any potential wolf packs.

During this time, the gray dumpling below continued to make "whimpering" sounds from time to time, and then walked around looking at things, seemingly searching for food.

"It looks like the wolf pack won't be able to find this place anytime soon."

After confirming this, Kasper climbed down from the tree.

The wolf cub quickly spotted the long, thin creature heading straight for it. Not knowing what it was, it stood on its limbs and tried to growl like its kin.

However, because its vocal cords are not fully developed, all it can produce is a sharp, intermittent bark, no different from a puppy's, and it has no intimidating power.

"They've got guts."

As Kasper made this assessment in his mind, he slowly approached the other party.

On the other side, seeing Casper constantly approaching, the young wolf realized that his intimidation was useless and could only retreat towards him.

Just as my butt was about to touch the bushes, I saw the long thing on the other side stop.

A hint of confusion emanated from the wolf cub's dark, beady eyes.

It had no idea what was on the other side; its mother had never taught it. But it seemed that the other side did not have any ill intentions.

At this moment, Casper was rather unhappy.

"If only the oral cavity structure were closer to that of a human, no hyena could resist sucking. Kidnapping one would be a piece of cake."

Since we can't win them over with our voices, we'll have to bribe them with food.

"It's a bit disgusting, but there's no other way..."

Kasper moved his stomach muscles and vomited up the bird scraps he had swallowed that morning.

Adult wolves will regurgitate semi-digested meat to feed their cubs, taking care of their delicate mouths and digestive systems.