Seeing Owen not resist, the little Ice Soul Beast approached his face and, with a swift motion, extended its small paw to scratch him.
Owen chuckled softly, and before the cub could land its scratch, he grabbed its nape, simultaneously sealing its power with his own.
The little Ice Soul Beast, finding itself lifted like a common cat, immediately grew furious.
It roared in anger, clawing at Owen in vain as its paws were too short to reach him.
"Keep roaring, and I might just cook you up for dinner!"
Despite its power being sealed, the continuous roars of the little beast somewhat exasperated Owen, who then glared fiercely at it, eyes glowing red.
Seemingly understanding Owen's words, the little Ice Soul Beast's roars subsided, and it nuzzled Owen's arm in an attempt to appease him, eliciting an eye roll from Owen.
"A bully when strong, a coward when weak," he remarked.
