The little wolf cub had been eating nothing but dog food lately, with some plain boiled chicken breast or pork every now and then.
The little guy was always circling around everyone, sniffing the fragrant aromas in the air at every meal. He had long been dying of curiosity, but no one dared to feed him due to Connor's express orders.
Now, faced with the temptation of aromatic beef tendon, Lucky was practically going mad with craving. Drool dripped nonstop from the sides of his mouth, and he opened it, ready to snatch the treat.
"Hey! Sit!"
Connor commanded in a low voice. Days of training made Lucky instinctively sit, but his eyes remained glued to the delicious piece of meat in Connor's hand.
"Lucky!"
The little wolf cub tilted his head, his two large ears shooting straight up.
"Lucky!"
Connor patiently continued to call his name.
After calling his name seven or eight times, he began to add a new command.
"Lucky, speak! Woof~"
