Chapter 92: Chapter 92

“Awoo?” Did it work?

The sound that came from her mouth was a soft, slightly mushy wolf’s howl.

“Awoo!” So cute!

The wolf pups curiously crowded around, nuzzling her all over.

Cute? What the heck?

Mu Ying pushed aside the chubby little Gray, who was trying to clamber onto her with no self-awareness. She awkwardly tried to reach for her waist with a forepaw, wanting to fish out her small mirror from her storage pouch to see what she looked like.

During Wild Shape, clothes and accessories transformed along with her, merging into her new body—so the storage pouch should still be at her waist.

But having only been a wolf for two minutes, she clearly couldn’t manage such a complex move. One of the pups bumped into her, and she toppled over with a thud.

“…”

Looks like transforming isn’t the end of it—she’d need to get used to this new body.

Fortunately, her previous observations of the wolf pack paid off, and Wild Shape wasn’t just for show. Mu Ying quickly adapted to moving on four legs.

She pulled out her little mirror and peered into it.

Snow-white, silky fur, emerald green eyes, about the same size as Big Gray, but smaller than Shi Yin’s wolf form.

She looked like an adult wolf, but her soft pink, not-so-prominent ears and round, sparkling eyes gave her an innocent, youthful look.

She pawed at her fur, looking completely dazed and adorably silly.

Her dreams of being a fierce, majestic wolf were shattered to pieces.

Shi Yin’s figurine had hearts in its eyes—Ying’s wolf form was his dream wolf.

Mu Ying summoned her player handbook. There was a new entry on her status panel.

[Wild Shape – Wolf]

[HP: 1500/1500]

[Attributes: Strength 16, Constitution 15, Agility 15, Intelligence 8, Perception 11, Charisma 12]

[Language: Wolf]

[Skills: Natural Weapons, Keen Scent & Hearing]

The wolf form’s status panel was much simpler than her human one, with no level distinction—after all, only creatures with a class system have levels.

The monster manual and her Detect Creature spell showed monster “levels,” but those were more like challenge ratings assigned by humans, not actual levels the monsters possessed.

In wolf form, she lacked complex class abilities, but her physical stats were much higher than in human form.

Her HP was over five times higher, and her Strength, Constitution, and Agility were all impressively boosted.

She had only two skills, both passive:

[Natural Weapons: Tough fur, sharp claws, pointed teeth, and strong regeneration are all innate weapons of the wolf.]

[Keen Scent & Hearing: Wolves have enhanced perception in smell and hearing, equivalent to Perception +5.]

She didn’t have dexterous hands for wielding weapons or spellcasting talent, but with her physical advantages, the wolf was still an outstanding hunter in the wild.

Mu Ying’s ears twitched. She could hear beetles crawling on leaves, the wind brushing the grass, the familiar scent of the wolf pack, the sweet smell of lamb, and the faint blood on broken bones.

Her nose and ears suddenly became more important than her eyes. Her perception of the world was no longer just visual—now it was filled with scents and sounds, bringing her a wealth of new information.

It was a strange feeling, as if she were seeing the world clearly for the first time. The once peaceful forest was suddenly full of things she’d never noticed before—fascinating and new.

Maintaining Wild Shape didn’t require any special energy, but she could only switch between forms once per day.

Mu Ying wasn’t in a hurry to change back. She’d already packed up her tent, so she decided to experience wolf life firsthand, hoping to better master her new abilities.

Still, her habits of cleanliness and avoiding raw food were deeply ingrained.

She claimed the cleanest slab of stone in the den, lay down, and tried to groom herself like the wolf pups.

With her thick fur, she didn’t feel cold even without a blanket.

During the day, she went hunting with the pack. But unlike the others, who pounced and bit at prey, Mu Ying would leap in, swipe out a chunk of meat with her claws, and the startled prey would flee in panic.

In Wild Shape, her animal affinity didn’t work as well—after all, no creature would approach a natural predator, no matter how friendly she seemed.

This gave Mu Ying a great opportunity to practice stealth, learning to crouch and wait for prey just like the other wolves, without being detected ahead of time."

"On this day, after finishing a plate of medium-rare grilled lamb chops, Mu Ying went to the creek and used her paws to dip in the water and groom her snow-white fur. Behind her trailed a line of eight wolf pups.

Ever since she turned into a wolf, not only had she been learning from the pack, but the wolves had also started learning from her.

She used flint to start fires and roast meat. At first, the other wolves were afraid of fire, but they gradually got used to it. Now, they even knew to toss their own meat into the fire to roast it.

They weren’t afraid of burning it, either. Usually, they’d just burn off the prickly fur, then pull the meat out. At that point, the meat would have a delicious roasted aroma but would still be a little raw inside—just the way wolves liked it.

Mu Ying used to only eat her steaks well-done, but in wolf form, she found herself much more tolerant of the bloody taste and had come to appreciate the flavor of medium-rare.

Also, because her wolf fur was pure white—beautiful, but especially prone to getting dirty—she had to groom herself three times a day while in wolf form.

Having surpassed Big Gray as the new favorite among the wolf pups, Mu Ying even influenced the little ones, who spent all day rolling around in the dirt, to start caring about hygiene.

The group—one adult and eight pups—lined up along the creek, dipping their paws in the water and slowly smoothing out their fur.

Afterward, they’d head to the sunniest, lushest patch of grass, lazily basking in the sun and taking a nap. As a wolf, there was no need to worry about getting a tan—life couldn’t be more comfortable.

In the afternoon, they’d wander around the nearby forest.

Mu Ying felt that being a wolf was so much more comfortable than being human, especially since the pack was consciously practicing sustainable living. With regular hunting cycles, there was never any need to worry about food. Today they’d eat lamb, tomorrow rabbit, the day after, perhaps cattle—always targeting the old and weak first.

In the area of the withered forest, the seeds she’d scattered had started to sprout. Although some hadn’t survived, the rest would eventually grow into a dense woodland.

She walked slowly among the saplings, treading lightly so as not to disturb a single one—a skill she’d learned from the wolves.

“Awroo?” Why have so many saplings died here?

Mu Ying tilted her head. While there were dead saplings elsewhere, none had died in such a cluster. Of the dozen or so here, only one had survived.

She pawed curiously at the dead saplings, sensing something was off.

Standing upright, Mu Ying shifted back into human form.