“No doubt.”
The wolf-goddess—for what else could she be?—looked down at the crumbly mess at her feet. Her ears flattened. “I didn’t drop it. I abandoned it. It was subpar.” Ookami-san wa Taberaretai
Her tail gave a single, traitorous wag. Then another. “No doubt
“And a heated blanket,” he added. “And a refrigerator full of meat. And I’ll cook for you every single day.” I abandoned it
She was leaning against the mossy base of an ancient cedar, one slender leg crossed over the other, a half-eaten onigiri pinched between her fingers. Her silver hair fell in a wild cascade over her shoulders, and two furry wolf ears twitched atop her head. A tail, thick and plush as a winter brush, curled lazily behind her. But it was her eyes that stopped him—golden, feral, and for a fleeting second, wide with alarm.
“It’s from the convenience store in the valley,” Takeda said, stepping closer. “The salmon one. I had one for breakfast.”
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