Kretos looked at the werewolf girl who disturbed him while he was basking in the afterglow of the battle he just had. She was looking at him with an expression that was foreign to Kretos. It would seem that she was looking at Kretos in admiration, not fear.
Her short hair and petite stature made her look extremely adorable as her eyes sparkled while she excitedly recounted the events of the battle she witnessed. Kretos no longer bothered with her and walked away without saying a word.
Noticing the leaving Kretos, the girl quickly followed behind him. "I'm Leila of the Werewolf Tribe. Can you tell me your name?"
Kretos looked behind him and saw the werewolf girl awaiting his answer. It doesn't seem like she was going to stop following him anytime soon. 'I guess a little company during my journey will make it, a little less boring.'
"Kretos."
