The call of the wilderness

In fact, when Zhang Zian smelled and tasted it, there was nothing special about the egg white bar. It didn't smell good, and it didn't have any texture to it, even for modern people who had been spoiled by various exquisite foods.

However, for a wild gray wolf, excluding the new cats, the success rate of hunting under normal circumstances was only one in ten. It often could only eat once a week, and the prey it had caught with great difficulty could only be eaten raw. It had been used to the hard-to-gnaw bones and the hair that stuffed its teeth. When it suddenly encountered such a soft and nice smell, it could not help but smell it again and again.

It saw that Zhang Zian and the other Elfins were eating this thing. It hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't resist the appetite in its stomach. It tried to put the egg white bar in its mouth, and almost swallowed it.

"There's also this,"