Her fear-stricken face made her look even more pitiful.
“Why is that guy following you, master?”
“I told you, Don’t call me master. Call me Sohwa.”
“Sohwa.”
Though he looked older than his age, Dohwi was still a young tiger.
“Why is he following you? That deer.”
Despite having lived a thousand years, Dohwi had never felt any desire toward anyone.
He couldn’t understand why a male would pursue a female.
It wasn’t as if the deer wanted to eat her.
Why would an herbivore chase after a fox, of all creatures?
And with such desperate longing, no less.
“You mean him? That’s Manrok, a young stag, and, well, he says he likes me.”
“....”
‘What? She already knows his name?’
That fact irritated Dohwi more than it should have.
He scowled without realizing it, quickly tilting his head to feign confusion.
“So that buck wants to have sex with you?”
“Goodness me! Dowhi, where did you learn such words?”
Sohwa looked like she might faint but didn’t bother correcting him.
