"LET GO OF MY YOUNG MASTER!!"
The temperature inside the cold cave started warming up, and Raphael began to sweat. Wolf emitted a heatwave from his body, and he already dropped his dagger. Like a flame wolf, his nails were blazing with fire, and he made a set of flame nails hot enough to melt steel.
He snarled, ready to attack Raphael.
[Ok, this is some cool Werewolf shit, yo! Wolf is so cool! Go, my wolf knight, attack that handsome angel!]
[Pupa: That handsome angel is going to be your husband in the future.]
[Aish, it's called sparring. Raphael and Wolf are both eight years old. It's just some kids' play. Of course, they won't die just because of some small sparring~]
Pupa watched how Wolf was ready to lunge at Raphael while Raphael frowned and started chanting defensive spells.
[Pupa: I'm not too sure about the kids' play part.]
