If Yongbeom had been a tiger, Dohwi would have cast him out immediately.
“You’re amazing at hunting! Deer, goats, nothing can stand up to you! You’re the best, Father!”
But seeing the cute face rubbing against his leg, he couldn’t help but think of Sohwa, which prevented him from being harsh against him.
“I’ve caught one.”
Thankfully, his second son, Hwibeom, was mature. Despite his bright silver fur, inherited from Sohwa, making him highly visible and disadvantaged in hunting, Hwibeom had never failed.
“Is that the one you had your eye on?”
“Yes, father.”
Seeing him bring back the first deer he targeted reminded Dohwi of himself as a child.
“Well done. Never lose sight of your target.”
“Yes, I will remember that.”
After praising Hwibeom, Dohwi lifted the silver fox perched on his shoulder. Yongbeom blinked innocently as Dohwi held him by the scruff of his neck.
“Yongbeom, can’t you even catch a sparrow?”
“How can I catch a creature with wings, father?”
