I stopped examining the frostroot because of Verren.
Yeah, his presence of distrubing me.
So, I stopped whatever I was doing and looked towards the little snow lion.
Verren tore into the meat like a beast possessed, growling softly with every bite as if warning me not to steal from him. Blood stained his snowy muzzle, dripping down in thin lines that would've looked menacing—if he weren't still wagging his tail like an overeager pup.
"…You really are a contradiction," I muttered, leaning back in my chair. "All ferocity when you eat, all fluff the moment you're done."
The pup's ears flicked as though he'd caught my words, but he didn't stop eating.
I reached out, idly scratching behind his ear. He froze for a second, then huffed before leaning into the touch. Typical. He'd put on airs, but at the end of the day, he was still a child craving affection.
