"It's nothing. I just ran into some unpleasant characters. Come now, my little cubs are back so early. Are you hungry?" she asked, casually scooping up the third cub and ruffling his fluffy head.
"WHIMPER~" The third cub had a pair of beautiful, shimmering, light purple eyes. Compared to his two lively, boisterous older brothers, his temperament was far more docile and gentle. Even his cries were soft and faint, like a little girl's.
He tucked in his little front paws, the tips of his claws barely peeking out, and carefully hooked the straps of her dress at her shoulders. Then, he nuzzled his small, snowy-white head against her chest.
An Jin felt like she was holding a ball of fluff; he was frighteningly light. A sense of tenderness and worry bloomed in her heart.
