The freshly cooked Gugu chicken was set aside, and she scooped some offal into the pot, giving it a quick wash.
As she worked, she asked, "Dad, who are Frosty and Coalball? Did the cubs name them?"
She couldn't help but think, these names are just awful.
Once the cubs are a bit older, hearing these names is probably going to make them cry.
Lyle Sutton coughed twice, choked by her words: "I wouldn't dare just make up names, so I gave them some casual nicknames."
He pointed at the three wolf cubs playing on the floor, "The silver one's Frosty, the black one's Coalball, the white one…"
Before he could finish, the little white wolf suddenly "poofed" out a burst of flame, singeing the Priest's beard.
"Should we call it Fire-breathing Dragon?"
Malachi Arcanus couldn't resist chiming in.
Lyle instantly looked at Malachi, laughed and said, "You really guessed right, it's actually called Fire-breathing Dragon."
Luna Sutton facepalmed, she was out of strength to complain.
