Chapter 162: Flashback
Confined within a bubble that bore an uncanny resemblance to a cage, Howly deduced that it was Little Seven's creation. The female 'dog' had succumbed to exhaustion after ceaseless fussing within her confines, depriving the little bird of a moment's rest.
As a result, the little girl harbored a deep-seated dissatisfaction towards her elder brother's actions. In the solitude of her mind, she continued to reprimand him with fervor.
Despite her gluttonous tendencies, Little Howly drew the line at feasting on female beasts. Even if she had to, she'd choose someone fleshy, not one with no meat and all bones.
How can there be such a scrawny female in this world?
Judgingly, Howly couldn't help but to input seeing how she was dressed so thin and little she could pass as a stick covered in variegated tissue.
