Roxanna forced an awkward smile onto her face. Her voice came out small and slightly shaky. "O-Oh, Mr. Fenrir… you're still here."
The giant wolf tilted its head at the same time she did, almost like it was copying her. Its golden eyes were sharp, so sharp they felt like they could cut through skin.
By reflex, Calen stood up and pulled Roxanna away from the monster. He lifted his axe to chest level and pointed it at the Fenrir. "Stay back!"
He acted cautiously because he had no idea whether the Fenrir could truly be trusted or not.
On the other hand, Roxanna had already fully trusted Mr. Fenrir. [Mr. Fenrir saved my Calen earlier, so… doesn't that mean he's not bad?]
Calen frowned when he heard her thoughts. He couldn't understand why she kept calling this terrifying monster "Mr. Fenrir," as if it were just some polite beastman neighbor.
