The wolf females were surprisingly gentle.
Tera hadn’t expected that. Faelynn was one thing, but she hadn’t expected the other three females to also be welcoming. They had not properly been able to thank Tera for the water before her mates had swiftly come to take her away.
Apparently, they were far more grateful than the males for the flowing stream, and the smoked meat Fealynn had further shared with them and the cubs had swayed them completely to her side.
The moment they had finished giving their thanks, the females closed ranks around Tera with the quiet efficiency of creatures who had been waiting for permission to be curious.
"Why is your skin like that?" one of them asked, already reaching out and running a finger down Tera’s forearm before she could react. She was young, maybe a few years older than Faelynn, with a pale streak through her dark hair and absolutely no concept of personal space.
Tera blinked. "Like what?"
"Smooth. Like a cub’s belly."
"I—thank you?"
Like a cub’s belly?
The female didn’t seem to register that as a response. She had already grabbed Tera’s hand and flipped it over, pressing her thumb into the centre of the palm.
"Very soft!" she announced to the group, as if reporting a medical emergency.
"No claws either," the silver-haired elder added, leaning in to inspect Tera’s fingertips with the concerned frown of a healer examining a deformity. "How do you dig?"
’Eh? What is happening?’
"I have tools for that."
"Tools?" One slightly frowned and inspected Tera’s hand again. "I see no tools. How do you climb?"
Tera chuckled. "I don’t."
’Come to think of it, they were not there when the males were digging.’
"Oh, my," Faelynn whispered in shock, and Tera realised she hadn’t had much time either to talk with Faelynn while in the Dow clan.
But this was nice?
"Then how do you fight?" Faelynn pressed, looking genuinely concerned.
Tera smiled. "I scream and hope for the best."
Tera had meant that as a joke, but every female in the circle was now looking at her with such genuine, horrified pity that she felt like she had just announced a terminal illness.
"It is fine! I have survived this long!"
They did not look reassured.
Faelynn leaned against the thick tree they were stationed at, one hand rubbing her belly while the other hand clutched a strip of smoked meat she was eating.
Luth, who had been nestled in Tera’s lap since Faelynn had handed her over, suddenly squirmed upright and pressed both tiny paws against Tera’s cheeks.
The cub stared at Tera’s face with the intense concentration of a very small creature conducting very important research.
Then she leaned up and licked Tera’s nose.
"Oh—OH!" Tera sputtered, her head jerking back while the females erupted into laughter so loud that several wolves on the other side of the clearing turned their heads.
Come to think of it, they usually transformed into their beast form once they were one year old.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Exiled Villainess: They Threw Me Out, Now Every Beastman Wants Me