"Sara, you seem very unhappy," said a voice from atop the carriage, prompting Sara to look up and see the little wolf girl peering down from the roof, grinning. "Is that little guy really that powerful?"
"I can't even pull a streetlight out of the ground with both hands," Sara sighed. She leaned against the carriage, feeling somewhat lamentful and unwilling to concede defeat: "I truly can't beat him."
"In this world, strength isn't everything," the wolf girl said with a smile, pulling a piece of jerky from her bag. "Want some?"
"You'll get fat," Sara said, although she was actually quite hungry. She had recently been trying to lose weight—though everyone knew that the descendants of giants really had no fat to lose. Her tall frame and sturdy muscles made Sara look more like a weapon than a plump girl.
"Don't be like that, Sara, life should be enjoyed while we can." The wolf girl took a bite of the jerky: "This is amazing, the new jerky recipe is super tasty."
