Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 133: The Sibling Spirit

Star leaned his head in curiously. As a Wolfdog, he was massive and possessed a thick, fluffy coat; standing there, he actually looked larger and more imposing than Fatty.

Upon hearing Barry’s mockery and seeing this "giant dog," Fatty’s gaze turned even more wounded. He let out a pathetic moan and buried his entire feline face into Nancy’s embrace, looking as if he were about to cry bitter golden tears.

Nancy found herself trapped by the "depressed big cat." She didn't want to crush his ego, but she was also worried the weasel might bleed out. She quickly turned to Barry for help. "Quick! Go check on that weasel and see how badly it’s hurt!"

Barry turned toward the weasel almost reflexively at her command. But after two steps, he came to a dead halt.

Wait... why had he complied so naturally?

Nancy’s tone just now had been exactly the way she spoke to Star.

He looked back at the young woman who was currently being "swallowed" by the sulking tiger. She was struggling to push away that massive, furry head while simultaneously urging him on with her eyes: "Hurry up!"

Barry’s gaze flickered. Ultimately, he let out a nearly inaudible sigh—a sound of pure resignation—as he bent down. Fine. There was no use arguing with her.

He focused his mind and carefully approached the injured weasel to assess the damage.

Nancy, meanwhile, was looking at Fatty with an expression of disappointed frustration. She reached out and gave his ear a little pinch. "Get a grip! You are the King of the Jungle! How can you be so pathetic? People are supposed to feel their legs tremble just hearing you roar!" She pointed at the majestic Star standing nearby. "If you don't believe me, give it a try. This pureblood wolf king from overseas will definitely be terrified of you!"

Star, suddenly finding himself the center of attention, tilted his head in confusion. "Huh? Wolf king from overseas? Me?"

Fatty looked at Star with a skeptical eye. The dog was roughly his size and certainly looked the part of a formidable predator. Fatty took a deep breath, trying to summon a proper tiger’s roar. While it lacked a bit of lung power, the posturing was all there.

Nancy quickly jerked her chin at Star, giving him a meaningful look.

Star caught the hint instantly. Oh, I get it! This is a fixed game!

Star immediately went into full actor mode. He let out a whimper, scampered back a few steps in feigned terror, and then flopped onto the ground with a thud. He lay there with his paws in the air, trembling violently. "Oh no spare me, your majesty! Your roar is too terrifying! I got so scared that I can barely stand!"

Seeing this, Nancy gave Fatty an earnest boost of encouragement. "See that? Even the 'pureblood wolf king' from abroad is shaking in his boots!"

"This proves your roar can conquer international friends—no, international wolves!" She grew more animated, gesturing wildly with her hands. "Once you bulk up a bit and find your full voice, one roar from you will shake the five continents and intimidate the four oceans You’re a tiger destined to conquer the globe! You can't lose confidence now!"

Barry, who was busy stopping the weasel’s bleeding, couldn't help but let his lips curve into a smile at Nancy’s "nonsense diplomacy."

Fatty’s eyes lit up instantly. He finally stopped clinging to Nancy and stood tall, his spirit restored. He shot a haughty look at Star, letting out a long, low rumble. "At ease. I shall grant you mercy today."

Star stood up and even gave his tail a professional wag, as if he truly had been shaken by the "tiger's majesty."

Seeing the two giants finally getting along, Nancy breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over to Barry. "How is it? Is the little weasel okay?"

"A sharp object sliced its right hind leg," Barry said without looking up. "The bleeding has stopped. You should probably give it a shot and some disinfectant, then check for other injuries."

The weasel was entirely white except for a black tip on its tail—a classic "Snow-Sweeper" ermine. Nancy brought over her medical kit to do a thorough check. The creature didn't try to hide; it just watched her with eyes like black beads.

Once she confirmed there were no other issues, Nancy exhaled and patted its head. "Sweetie, do you feel any other pain? Are you hungry?"

The weasel nodded vigorously.

Twenty minutes later.

The night enveloped them in a gentle embrace. Barry and Star returned to the camp, continuing to pitch the tent by the soft glow of the moon. Star was incredibly helpful, picking up poles with his mouth and using his paws to hold down the tent corners while letting out soft, busy whimpers.

Nearby, Nancy was crouched on the ground, carefully offering a bowl of her special fish and rice to the little white weasel. The little creature buried its entire face in the bowl, eating with absolute relish.

Watching it eat so hungrily, Nancy chuckled softly. "Slow down, little one. Where did you come from? Do you have an owner?"