He knew all too well that as soon as the frost set in, she’d start talking about having babies again like she always did.
The weaker the creature, the stronger the instinct to reproduce. Being a small and delicate fox, Sohwa had an especially fierce desire to bear children.
Dohwi, who hadn’t wanted children in the first place, thought of Yongbeom and Hwibeom more often, rather than Sohwa.
Tigers may cut ties with their children once they leave the den, but memories of feeding, clothing, and caring for his sons could never be erased.
He made a mental note to ask sage Cheesan, who traveled all over the land, if he had heard any news of Yongbeom and Hwibeom.
Just as that thought passed through his mind, Woongsik came rushing in from the courtyard, broom still in hand.
“My lady, someone is here to see you.”
Sohwa, still lying down, turned to Dohwi with a curious look.
“Someone’s here for Sohwa? Who?”
“She said her name was Ryeonhee. A very beautiful young woman.”
