Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

The excitement belongs to others, he just thinks they are noisy.

"King Tengger is here!"

The crowd in the village erupted in deafening cheers, and the men raised their axes and struck their shields, the sound of metal clashing echoing across the snowy plains like thunder.

In the cold wind, Wop saw a group of wilderness knights, each with a different mount.

Most of them were orcs and Thane bull deer, which were relatively "docile" mammals in Fenris. The leading warrior rode a huge Fenris elk.

Although they are all called elk, Fenris elk are much more dangerous than their Terran ancestors. Their razor-sharp antlers can cut a person into pieces in an instant. Adults are the same size as Fenris wolves and are comparable to a living armored vehicle.

It's no wonder he became king since he could tame an elk as a mount.

The wolf cubs sensed the threat and formed a tacit understanding, surrounding Wop and Sylvia with their frost-covered bodies. The low whimpers rolling in their throats were no longer playful and coquettish, but a warning from a predator.

The tall warrior wearing the fur of a Fenris wolf flipped over and jumped off the war deer, his heavy iron boots smashing two deep pits in the snow.

"I am Tengir, King of the Rus tribe. Is it me you wish to see, stranger?"

Wop: "I am Wop, King Tengir, and we are here to seek cooperation."

"How to cooperate?" Tengger asked.

"My wolves can help the Tengir tribe hunt. They can smell wild beasts three kilometers away and track the most cunning ice foxes in the blizzard."

Tengger: "That's a great offer. What can we offer you?"

"The Fire Season is coming, and the wolves need to migrate. We need to board your tribe's dragon boat." Wop stroked Sylvia's silver-gray mane. The mother wolf rubbed her neck against his cheek affectionately, and the wolf cubs whimpered at his feet.

Tengjier's eyes were cunning. "If you join the Rus tribe, we will be one family. The Rus tribe will never abandon its people."

He thought that Wop must be from a powerful tribe, because those weak tribes could not tame the Fenris wolf, so he suspected that Wop had other purposes for joining the Rus tribe.

But as long as Wop can join the Rus tribe and let their people learn how to tame Fenris wolves, Tengjil can tolerate his purpose no matter what it is.

Wop: "The Wolves can join the Russ, but I have one condition."

Tengger was very surprised. He didn't expect Wop to agree so readily without any intention of bargaining.

Tengjier's voice was mixed with the white mist he exhaled. "As long as it is within my power, I will satisfy you no matter what the conditions are!"

"My conditions are simple," Wop pointed at the wolf boy, "give this child a name."

"I don't need him to give me a name!" The wolf boy grinned at Tengger.

"He is your son?" Tengjier's eyes moved back and forth between Wop and the wolf boy.

"No." Wop shook his head. The wolf boy looked at Tengjil with an even fiercer look. Do you want him to meddle in other people's business?

……

In the royal court of the Russ tribe, Wop was respectfully led to the seat to the right of the throne.

Sylvia lay beside Wop, and gently arched her wolf kiss into Wop's arms, her wet nose exhaling white mist on his clothes, while the wolf cubs curled up meekly at his feet.

Tengir's eyes gleamed with undisguised envy. "Fenris wolves are the most cunning predators in this land. I'm curious how you tamed them."

Wop: "With a sincere heart."

Tengger couldn't help laughing, thinking Wop was joking.

Only a fool would exchange his sincerity for that of a beast, right?

But he also knew that taming Fenris wolves must be the secret weapon passed down from generation to generation by Wop's tribe. It was a treasure that they would rather take to the grave than pass on to others. How could he easily hand it over to the Rus tribe?

But Wop really only used his heart.

Fenris wolves are semi-intelligent creatures whose intelligence is no less than that of humans.

As long as we are willing to teach them carefully, let them understand human language and eliminate communication barriers, other problems will be easily solved.

The meat of the elk population is the guarantee of education, because only when we don't have to worry about survival can we talk about education and civilization.

Any creature will show its gentle side when it is full, but hunger will awaken its inherent ferocity.

"What do you want me to name this baby?"

Tengger was right to say this, as he noticed the wolf boy staring at him with the alert eyes of a wild beast.

"I don't need it!" The wolf boy let out a low roar from his throat, his pupils flashing with wildness, like a young beast that refused to show weakness.

Tengjier turned to look at Wop, his voice filled with helplessness. "You can see that this is the second time he has rejected me. It seems I can't help you. But my promise still stands. You can change the conditions."

Wop stared at the wolf boy sternly. "You only have two choices. Either let Tengger give you a name, or I will give you a name. Choose your own."

"You." A low voice rolled out of his throat, as if he had compromised.

Wop stretched out his hand towards the wolf boy, who immediately tensed his back and lowered his head with a grin.

"Wouldn't it be better if this was done earlier?"

Wop's fingers dug deep into the wolf boy's messy blond hair, rubbing it vigorously as if combing a wolf cub's fur. The light golden hair sparkled in the firelight, and then became messy again with his mischievous movements.

The wolf boy shook his head to show his stubbornness, but the shaking was not very strong, and it seemed that he wanted to resist but did not want to really shake off Wop's hand.

"Leman Russ, that's the name I gave you," Wop said. "That's what you were called."

Tengger leaned forward, his voice tentative. "Riemann is a hero from the ancient legends of Fenris. He single-handedly annihilated the ice trolls' lair. It's a good name, but why not name him after your own tribe?"

Wop slowly withdrew Lulu's hand and said, "We are now members of the Lulu tribe. This is what you, Your Majesty, requested."

Rus bared his teeth at Tengger again. He hated this nosy king!

Tengjier suddenly burst into laughter, shaking the torches in the royal court. "His unruly nature truly lives up to the name of the Rus. Outsider, I recognize your little wolf cub as a warrior of the Rus!"

He raised the wine bag and drank it all in one gulp, his Adam's apple rolling violently as he swallowed, trying to cover up the gleam in his eyes.

Although Wop denied his father-son relationship with Leman Russ, and Leman Russ often bared his teeth and looked rebellious, he could not hide his deep-seated dependence on Wop. Otherwise, why did he have to get close to Wop when the royal tent was so big?

He behaved like a stubborn child who wanted a reward from his parents but didn't want anyone to see that he wanted it.

He was like an untamed wolf cub, longing for the warmth of the pack but afraid of exposing his soft belly.

Tenger's sharp hunter-like eyes roamed over Leman Russ's stubborn back, and his awkward personality could be used to his advantage.

He had no intention of destroying the relationship between father and son. Leman Russ just had a weird personality, and he wasn't really dissatisfied with Wop. If he dared to destroy their father-son relationship, Leman Russ would fight him to the death.

What he wanted was for the father and son to truly integrate into the Rus tribe and use their ability to tame Fenris wolves to strengthen the Rus tribe instead of ruining the relationship.

But he could give Leman Russ recognition and a sense of belonging beyond kinship, binding him to the Russ clan. The Russ clan had no shortage of warriors like Leman Russ, who often seemed unruly, but who could earn their unwavering loyalty simply by giving him the recognition they so desired.

Wop's fingers gently combed through Sylvia's silver-gray mane. He raised his head and his voice was like the slowly flowing lava in the Fire Season:

"King Tengger, you just said I could change my request?"

The ice crystals on Tengger's beard fell off as he nodded. "As long as I can do it."

"Then help me build a school. I'm better at being a teacher."

……

Leman Russ rolled over in his deerskin blanket, his forehead slamming into his wolf brother's open wolf kiss.

"Ouch."

The wolf cub woke up from its sleep, its pupils suddenly shrinking in the darkness. After seeing Leman Rus clearly, a whimper of grievance rolled out of its throat again. Why are you messing with me so late at night instead of sleeping?

"I'm sorry, Gerry, I wasn't paying attention. Go to sleep." Leman Russ looked embarrassed and rubbed the wolf cub's ears soothingly.

The wolf cub didn't take it seriously and howled at him again.

"I understand. I'll go to bed early."

Leman Russ rolled over again. The tent was filled with a cacophony of snoring, the bodies of the wolf cubs rising and falling in the darkness. Skul's tail occasionally brushed against his ankles, which were exposed outside the blanket. Fenrir's front paws were pressing against the corners of his deerskin blanket. Gerry and Frecky were like two furry walls, holding him between them.

They have been sleeping together since they were young.

When they were young, they would curl up in Sylvia's arms, and the mother wolf would use her body temperature to build a fortress for them against the cold.

Then came Wop.

His wolf brothers grew up gradually, and their furs could protect them from the wind and cold on their own. Wop also sewed deerskin clothes and bedding for them.

But in the den, Wop, Sylvia, he and his other wolf brothers all slept together.

But after arriving at the Rus tribe, the hateful king separated them!

He actually arranged a separate tent for Wop and let him sleep with Sylvia, while he could only sleep with his wolf brothers. The cunning king must want to separate them!

Leman Russ turned over in annoyance. This time he carefully avoided Gary's wolf kiss and did not wake up his sleeping wolf brother.

"Leman Russ." Leman Russ chewed the name slowly, his tongue touching his canine teeth to feel the vibration of each syllable.

"Leman Russ." He repeated the name, and the name was as sweet as honey.

He had a name now, given by Wop.

"Leman Russ!" he said, louder this time.

"Woo." Gerry responded with a wolf howl.

Leman Russ's smile froze on his face as he saw his wolf brothers looking at him in the darkness. Turning around, he saw that all his wolf brothers had pricked up their ears to listen to him talking to himself.

He forgot that Fenris wolves remain alert even in their sleep, and any slight movement, even the rustle of snow falling from an icy ridge or the rustle of insects crawling deep in the frozen soil, will wake them.

This is an instinct etched into the genes of all the inhabitants of Fenris, a skill they must possess to survive in this harsh environment.

"Ouch." Fenrir also cried out, curious why he was saying his name in the middle of the night.

Leman Russ sternly scolded his wolf brother, "Go to bed quickly, we have to go hunting tomorrow!"

The wolf cub whimpered in grievance, but Leman Russ ignored him. He wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and covered his face with the deerskin.

……

Tengger lay down behind the hill and squinted his eyes at the sky.

The pale sun, like a melting ice crystal, cast a sickly halo behind the gray clouds.

"It's really warm today. This is not a good sign." As Tengger spoke in a low voice, the white mist he exhaled condensed into fine ice chips on his beard.

"How long until the Season of Fire?" asked Leman Russ, who was lying next to him.

Tengjil was very surprised by his question, because judging time is the most basic common sense for all Fenrisians. Even children have to learn how to calculate time. Those who can't remember when the Season of Fire comes are not worthy of living in this world.

"The glaciers will melt in three months at most, but it's unclear when we'll find a new island. If we wait too long, many of our tribe will starve to death."

Leman Russ asked, "Are your food supplies insufficient?"

Tengger shook his head. "In Fenris, there's never enough food. No one knows how long the dragon ships will drift during the Season of Fire. The best-case scenario is that the original island doesn't sink, but few people have that kind of luck. Three years ago during the Season of Fire, dragon ships from other tribes drifted to our island. Unfortunately, they drifted at sea for too long, and by the time I found them, everyone had starved to death."

"Ouch!"

A long wolf howl came from the distant ice field. The sound penetrated the howling cold wind and stirred up tiny echoes on the frozen ground.

Tengjier narrowed his eyes, and the ice crystals on his beard fell off as he raised his head.

"Your father is back." He lowered his voice very low.

Leman Russ said stubbornly, "He is not my father."

Tengger smiled. If Leman Russ really didn't regard Wop as his father, he would have roared with his teeth bared instead of giving a neutral rebuttal.

Tengger did not argue with him because he knew he could not win over the child, and it was difficult for the king to settle family affairs!

Tengger put two rough fingers to his lips and suddenly blew a sharp whistle.

The Rus warriors emerged from their hiding places in tacit understanding, their battle axes reflecting a cold light in the sunlight.

In the biting cold wind, a gray snow fog suddenly rose on the horizon at the end of the snowfield.

Accompanied by the dull sound of hooves, a large group of Fenris elk appeared in the sight of the Rus tribe.

The wolves were chasing the deer herd relentlessly. It was actually difficult for this group of young wolves to hunt these dangerous elk alone, but the elk's fear of the Fenris wolves made them instinctively only care about escaping when facing the wolf pack. Unless they were forced into a desperate situation, they would never think of fighting back.

Wop rode on Sylvia's back and followed the elk herd slowly. The other wolf cubs tacitly dispersed on both sides of the herd, making deterrent growls to drive the panicked elk herd in the predetermined direction.

The Rus hunters had already been lying in ambush behind the snow hills. When the herd of elk entered the encirclement, Tengger blew the hunting horn with a whistle.

Tengjier put his fingers on the bowstring, squinted his left eye in the biting cold wind, and locked his right eye on the leading stag through the flying snow foam.

"call out--"

The sharp scream of the bone arrow broke through the air, tearing through the wind and snow. The arrowhead shone with a cold light in the sunlight and accurately pierced the stag's thick neck.

The boiling hot deer blood instantly solidified into blood crystals in the severe cold. The giant beast weighing more than one ton didn't even have time to let out a wail before it collapsed to the ground like a collapsing snow peak, splashing snow mist as high as two people.

The human hunters who had been lying in ambush for a long time slid down the snow hills on both sides like an avalanche. The elk herd, having lost its leader, immediately fell into chaos, and these giant beasts collided with each other in panic.