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

"Okay, Sylvia."

The she-wolf wagged her tail faster.

The wolf cubs squatted neatly beside the fire, their wet noses twitching slightly, their fluffy tails sweeping the ground restlessly, their eyes filled with anticipation.

"Your name is Fenrir." Wop stroked the head of the wolf cub that had just pounced on him.

Then the twins, "You're Frecky and you're Gerry."

"Hati, Skul, Sun, Cerberus, Ulti, Verdanti, Shikoti..."

Although there were a large number of wolf cubs, fortunately Wop racked his brains to name them one by one using mythological names. These wolf cubs were also very happy and attacked and played with each other.

"Your words," Wop looked at the wolf boy and hesitated about his name.

Wop didn't want to name him anything else, but if it was his original name, Wop wasn't sure it was his right to name him.

"No," the wolf boy saw Wop's hesitation, and a hint of wild stubbornness flashed in his eyes, "I don't need it!"

"If you don't want to, then don't. Someone will give you a name." Wop was helpless. How could the wolf king have such a personality when he was little? Is this right?

He ignored Wop and ate the barbecue with a cold face.

If he doesn’t want to, then he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t care.

The mother wolf was keenly aware of the subtle tension between Wop and the wolf boy. She walked slowly between the two of them. She first gently nudged the back of the wolf boy's hand with her wet nose, swept her silver-gray tail at Wop, and then turned around and rubbed Wop's cheek with her fluffy neck hair.

"Wop, spring is coming and we must migrate."

They still had plenty of food, but survival in Fenris was more than just a matter of food.

Fenris orbits the star called the Wolf's Eye, with a period of approximately two standard Terran years, known locally as the 'Big Year'.

As Fenris moves away from its sun from perihelion, vast oceans will begin to freeze over in patches, and by the time it finally reaches aphelion, even the oceans near the equator will be covered with solid ice.

So during the harsh winter of Fenris, the residents of Fenris can walk freely among the many islands in the frozen sea.

When the planet approaches the Sun again from aphelion, it announces that a great year of Fenris is coming to an end, the Wolf's Eye will gradually expand in the sky, and a brief spring will return to the world.

When Fenris finally reaches its closest approach to the Sun, at perihelion, the planet will reach the opposite extreme.

Due to its close proximity to the star, the immense tidal forces tear and distort the ocean's crust, rapidly heating the planet's core and allowing the icy ocean water to come into direct contact with the exposed molten mantle. Fenris, twisted by the intense tidal forces, is torn apart in an explosive clash of ice and fire.

This is the time of fire and water—the season of fire.

The most direct result is that a large number of islands formed in the previous year will sink to the bottom of the sea due to violent crustal movements, volcanic eruptions and turbulent tsunamis, and then new land will rise from the sea.

So before the arrival of summer, all life in Fenris had to start migrating. Human tribes would drift on the sea in dragon boats, trying to find and settle on the newly formed land in the Season of Fire as quickly as possible, while stockpiling resources and food for the winter, because a voyage to find new land would quickly deplete their supplies.

But the beasts of Fenris lack the craftsmanship of men, and if they want to survive they must reach Asaheim in the polar or Arctic regions before spring arrives.

The polar glaciers do not completely melt even in the summer, allowing organisms to survive there.

Asaheim is the only permanent continent on Fenris, and many beasts that survive the cold winter will migrate to Asaheim.

Because almost all the land animals on the glacier came from Asaheim, they were also the losers in Asaheim's competition for settlement rights.

They have difficulty ascending the towering peaks of Asaheim, but can survive on the slopes of the ravines in the Asaheim Mountains and on the cliffs of the lowlands bordering the ocean.

Although some islands survived the annual Fire Season for a long time, any island other than Asaheim was likely to sink in the next Fire Season, so Asaheim was still the only chance for the beasts to survive.

Arriving at Asaheim does not mean the end, because all creatures that migrate to Asaheim will fight each other due to hunger.

The weak populations will be eaten up, the strong populations can settle in Asaheim, and those populations in between will leave Asaheim when winter comes, seeking opportunities to strengthen their race in the cold winter, and then return to Asaheim when spring comes to compete for the right to settle.

Their only source of food is the ocean, so they migrate from the poles to the equator at the beginning of winter, venturing on the unfrozen sea surface to get food.

When the sea is completely frozen, they begin to hunt each other and migrate towards Asaheim before the arrival of the Fire Season.

Sylvia's group was one of them, but they failed.

This isn't even a tragedy, just part of Fenris's annual battle royale mode.

Wop: "Do you know where the human population settled?"

Sylvia: "Humans, terrible."

"During the winter, my tribe went hunting and was killed by humans. Only my cub and I were left."

In the harsh land of Fenris, wolves will attack human villages for food, and humans will hunt wolves for self-protection. Every life must struggle for survival, and anyone may die in the hunt.

If the wolf boy was picked up by humans, Wop would kill Sylvia and the wolf cubs she raised to protect the village.

But the wolf boy was picked up and raised by Sylvia, so Wop will protect Sylvia and the other wolf cubs.

Wop: "Can you take me to find humans?"

Sylvia nodded the wolf's head.

The wolf pack she belonged to fell into a human trap when attacking the village. All the other adult giant wolves were killed, and only she escaped by chance. She began to raise and care for the cubs of the entire tribe alone.

Even the wolf pack was frustrated when attacking the village, so Sylvia, a single wolf, was even more afraid to attack the village. Even when hunting, she only dared to go in a direction far away from the human village.

But Sylvia agreed without hesitation.

If they hadn't met Wop, not only would the wolf cubs have struggled to survive the cold winter, but she herself would have long since become a pile of dry bones on the tundra. Even if they managed to survive the cold winter, they would have been forced to migrate to Asaheim. Without all the adult giant wolves, it would be difficult for the herd to survive in Asaheim.

After a final barbecue in the den, Wop used deer sinew to hang the frozen reserves on the backs of the wolves and set off as the sun rose.

The warmth from the sun was better than nothing, the wolves had adapted to the cold, and Wop also had psychic powers to protect him.

Although the deerskin wrapped around the wolf boy was thin, the Primarch was not afraid of the cold.

Human settlements are conspicuous on the ice, and their numbers are enormous, far surpassing those of wolves and other packs. Like Wop, they also build fires and try to keep them burning even at night.

When the wolves appeared at the foot of the mountain near the human village, they were quickly discovered by the guards on duty.

The guards rang the gong, and young and middle-aged men from every household rushed to the village entrance from all directions, and confronted the wolves tensely across the wooden fence.

These beasts raid villages every year. They are very smart and often attack at night. Their goal is not to kill people, but to plunder the village's granary. If humans do not stop them, they are likely to escape without hurting anyone.

But the food in the granary is the key to the village's survival in the next Fire Season, so they must stop the beasts from looting.

Both sides are fighting for survival, and this is a life-and-death relationship.

Wop stood at the front of the wolf pack, and the female wolf beside him lowered her body in a submissive posture.

"We come in peace."

This made the hunters in the village nervous, but also curious and fearful. They had never heard of anyone being able to tame these cunning giant wolves. This was enough to show that Wop was a powerful warrior!

"Respected warrior, I am Eris. What can we do for you?" A strong warrior who looked like the leader of the others asked, holding an axe in his right hand. His question was both cautious and polite.

Wop: "I wonder who rules this land?"

"The great King Tengir leads us."

"I wish you would send word to King Tengir that I wish to see him."

Eris leaned over to the other villagers and exchanged a few words. "Respected warrior, what should I address you?"

"Wop."

Eris: "We will send men to find King Tengir. In the meantime, we will provide food for you and your... companions. But please forgive us for not being able to open the gates, as your companions frighten the women and children."

Wop could understand their difficulties, and the wolves built a fire outside the village and started roasting meat.

That’s it for now, let’s eat first.

Out of respect, the villagers did not let the entire village gather here, and only left a few guards to watch them. But in name, they were just messengers, and Wop could convey anything he needed through them.

Even though Wop hadn't asked for it, they sent a bucket of grease and even brought in a captive Grox.

This aggressive carnivore, often hunted in ritual combat, is the primary domestic animal kept by the Fenrisians and their most valuable asset. The villagers offered the Grox because they feared the Wop would forcibly raid the village; it was a tribute.

Since they were willing to give it to him, Wop didn't refuse.

But the Grox beast was not slaughtered because there was still a lot of frozen elk meat and there was no need to rush.

Sylvia skillfully started to grill the meat with her paws. The sizzling aroma made the children who were curiously watching them through the fence drool.

"Fenrir." Wop stroked the head of a wolf cub, cut a piece of roast meat with a knife made of deer antlers and stuffed it into his mouth. "Go and give this to them."

The wolf cub happily held the roasted piece of meat in its mouth and poked its wet nose through the gap in the fence.

The children in the village were initially frightened away by the calf-sized wolf cub. Although they had learned to fight in the cruel world of Fenris from a young age, they were still afraid when they actually faced this top predator.

But soon, a sturdy boy with braids mustered up the courage to step forward. When his trembling fingers touched the barbecue handed to him by the wolf cub, hot fat was dripping down the crispy crust, burning tiny holes in the snow and melting the winter snow.

"Is it delicious?" Wop asked with a smile.

"Hmm." The boy devoured the elk meat ravenously. Fenrir still kept his wolf kiss pressed against the gap in the fence, staring at him eagerly.

The boy hesitated for a long time, and reluctantly handed the remaining half of the meat to Fenrir.

The young wolf couldn't wait to open its wolf mouth and bite the barbecue. Its sharp canine teeth accurately tore off the charred meat. In the blink of an eye, it chewed up the whole piece of barbecue, including tendons and bones, and swallowed it.

"Woo!" The wolf cub's sudden howl exploded across the tundra, startling the boy so much that he staggered back.

"He said thank you." Wop helped Fenrir translate.

"He's thanking me?" The boy was not very confident, but soon his face flushed with excitement. A Fenris giant wolf said thank you to him.

He bet that not even his father had such an honor, not even King Tengger!

Although this is just a wolf cub, isn't a wolf cub a Fenris wolf?

Wop: "What's your name?"

"Qolin Bloodhowl." The boy's voice was so soft, as if he didn't want to disturb the morning mist. "Can I touch it?"

"You can ask him yourself. His name is Fenrir, and he can understand what we are saying."

Fenrir nuzzled the wolf over the fence, and Jolin asked, "Can I pet you?"

Fenrir nodded his wolf head, and Qiao Lin slowly placed his hand on Fenrir's head.

"Is the Fenris wolf's fur so soft? I thought it would be hard."

"The main function of hair on animals is to keep them warm. The purpose of hard bristles is to defend against attacks, but they are far inferior in terms of warmth. They cannot survive the winter of Fenris."

Wop gave each of the other wolf cubs a piece of barbecue and asked them to give it to the other human children.

With the examples of Qiaolin and Fenrir, the other children were not so afraid of these giant wolves.

Soon, the careful chewing sounds of the human children were intertwined with the expectant whimpers of the wolf cubs, and the children were always deceived by the eager looks of the wolf cubs, and they returned the barbecue to these wolf cubs who were actually full out of heartache.

The mother wolf lay lazily beside Wop, her fluffy tail gently brushing Wop's knees. She looked at the wolf cubs like a parent lovingly watching her children playing with their friends.

"Do you want one?" Wop handed a piece of barbecue to the wolf boy.

"Childish." The wolf boy had no expression on his face, but a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

The wolf boy lowered his head and took a big bite of the barbecue viciously.

He did not envy Wop for naming his wolf brothers but not him;

Nor did he envy his wolf brother the ability to play with human children;

He is not envious at all!

Chapter 71 Leman Russ (5K)

"Koz and Lorgar are still the best."

Wop ate barbecue, stroked the mother wolf, looked at the wolf boy, and sighed.

Koz is a good boy, but he was corrupted by the environment. Wop gave him the right guidance.

Although Luo Jia admires the strong at heart, he has grown up under his guidance and currently has no visible flaws.

The wolf boy is wild and difficult to tame, he can be classified in the same category as the lion king.

Their origins are also very similar, both being monster hunters surviving in the wilderness, and the environment of Fenris is even more harsh than that of Caliban. For example, the Fenris elk, a conventional herbivore, is also a predator in Fenris.

According to Wop's own experience and the lessons he learned from the Emperor's failure, the wolf should be stroked by its fur.

As long as it is not a matter of right or wrong, he will try his best to go along with the wolf boy.

The wolf boy lowered his head, and his eyes dimmed between his messy blond hair.

His rough fingers scratched the frost-covered snow unconsciously, carving the names of Koze and Lorgar into his mind, just like the she-wolf taught him to mark his territory by leaving marks on the frozen ground with her claws.

He didn't understand why Wop was comparing him to others when he was clearly teaching him?

In the distance, he could hear the happy whimpers of wolf cubs and human children playing. He stared at the orange-red sparks bursting in the fire. The crisp sound of each exploding light seemed to mock his loneliness.