“Ugh! What’s this smell?”
“...Huh?”
Miho backed away with a painful expression, waving her hand as if to fan away an awful odor.
“What’s wrong? Are you saying that I smell bad?”
As Sohwa sniffed herself and moved closer, Miho spat curses as she extended her claws.
“Get away from me!”
In an instant, Miho’s sharp claws slashed in front of her eyes.
“Ow!”
Her forearm stung. The delicate silk jacket was torn, and blood dripped from the scratch Miho had made.
Sohwa, a timid fox who had never successfully hunted, was utterly shocked by the sudden attack.
Her heart raced, and she couldn’t even muster the courage to scold Miho for her rude behavior.
“Why are you carrying Ranunculus?”
“Ranunculus?”
‘What is that?’
Sohwa’s eyes darted around as she wondered.
Then, as if on instinct, she touched the small sachet hanging from her waist.
It was a sachet given by Dohwi, made with a carefully selected bunch of herbs just for her.
