The next morning, Phield sat up on the bed with bleary eyes, his entire body aching. The moment he moved slightly, a sharp pain shot through his back, making him suck in a breath.
"Hiss… Ashina, you seriously need to trim your nails."
"Fufu~ meat… tasty… fufu~ Phield tastes good too."
Ashina had curled herself into a ball, hugging her fluffy white wolf tail while sleeping soundly. Occasionally, she smacked her lips or twitched her ears. Though she had only just come of age, all the places that were supposed to develop certainly had not fallen behind.
Carefully pulling the thin blanket over her, Phield straightened his clothes and quietly pushed open the door of the temporary cabin.
"Good morning, Phield. Your breakfast is ready."
