Elisa was seated in the snow. Inches away from her, the Moonlit Feline.
'Mmm...' The former held an unmoving and perfectly skinned Horned Hare in her hands.
Skinned as perfectly as a Princess could skin it anyways.
Elisa moved her gaze towards Mark.
He was seated a dozen steps away.
'Mmm. He must be mad about that...' Elisa wondered.
Mark was staring at the ground quietly.
Her lips parted, pressed against one another, and parted again.
'To beat an Olga... How would I do that? I guess I would-' His thoughts were interrupted.
"S... Sorry about earlier."
"Earlier...?"
'Tsk. He really wants me to say it.'
"About saying... That I would gut you."
"Oh. Yeah. It's fine-"
"It's just that it's a... Touchy subject."
"Yeah. No problem. I get it."
"You do?"
Mark took a short pause.
"Yeah. I think I do."
Elisa let out a long sigh.
