'Just what in the world could he possibly be thinking?' Rosaline asked herself.
As that thought passed through her mind, Ferrid, once again showing the patience he'd developed through long experience with Rosaline, chose to completely disregard everything she had said and instead demanded what he had come for, clearly intending to leave as quickly as possible to avoid being further irritated by the woman.
"Did you repair the item I told you to repair? Where is it?"
At those words, Rosaline's hand, which had been gently rubbing the fur of the wolf resting on her lap, stopped moving, prompting the wolf to open his eyes and look up at her.
Then, as if he understood why she'd paused, he turned his gaze toward Ferrid, his mouth parting slightly as a childish voice echoed in their ears.
[Rosaline, should I kill him?]
The Wolf of the END understood in that moment that Ferrid was the source of Rosaline's foul mood, and it wanted to remove that source entirely.
