After our late breakfast, I told them I would want to stay outside the inn to get some fresh air. But, they just followed me although they were keeping a distance. Since it was the first town, we arrived after days on the road, we would be staying for another night before setting off.
Sitting on the bench, I glanced at the people standing several meters away from me. If Hugo wasn't around, these werewolves would just follow me around like guards. Although they keep their distance so I could 'enjoy' my personal space, their gaze refrained me from feeling so.
"They were practically digging a hole in the back of my head," I murmured, smiling faintly as I gazed ahead, watching the very few people passing the street. "I was thankful to them, though."
