“You know, if you just let me shoot its eye, we won’t be running like this!” Milan growled as he found the exit. However, the downpour was making the place muddy and sticky. The ceremonial shoes of a bride couldn’t even keep his socks from kissing the mud.
“I’m sorry. I don’t like killing animals just for the sake of defending oneself, especially when they are not in the wrong.” Owen picked up Milan in a carry and ran across the muddy terrain.
From his shoulder, Milan tried to aim at the brown bear that soon emerged. However, Milan saw a strange figure standing at the side of the mouth, one that he didn’t catch earlier. It was wearing something similar to a bride’s garb, but the veil was missing. Milan could see how its head was like Lasair’s and that straight stance it had.
