One early morning after returning from a fox hunt, Dohwi went into the bedroom, worried about Sohwa, who had dug up the deer bones buried in the front yard and was now lying down, sick with fear.
Whether it was the scent of the terrified fox or his own heightened smell due to the excitement of the hunt, Sohwa had wet herself.
It had been quite a shock for Dohwi as well.
Was his presence so terrifying that it made her wet herself?
Feeling sorry for the scared Sohwa, he had decided to stop fox hunting.
He had buried the fox right in front of her, making it clear that she would never have to bond with another male.
It was a sign that no other male would ever have her.
Even though he pitied Sohwa trembling inside the half-broken badger den, everything that happened today was unavoidable once she had triggered his ferocity.
‘You shouldn’t have told me to leave. Did you really think I’d just walk away that easily?’
“I get it, I get it. Let’s go back to ‘our home,’ okay?”
