Otis's POV:
Those Grey Pack wolves didn't make a move.
I was relieved to see that they didn't do anything, then I shook my head and shouted randomly with my mouth, pretending that I was in a drunken frenzy as I wandered around.
"How did Otis get so drunk, now what do we do?"
"Let her be quiet and take her to rest, hurry up and catch up with her."
At this time the voices of the two Blue-moon Pack warriors rang in my ears, followed by the sound of footsteps coming from behind as they tried to catch me from left and right.
They didn't know that I was pretending to be drunk, but I couldn't waste such an opportunity to be taken by them.
I ripped their arms away hard and continued to wander towards the surroundings, but actually I was looking for Conrad.
"She won't let us grab it, why do
