"When did little sisters start treating their big brothers to dinner? You've got it backward, you know. I should be the one treating you.
"Come on, enough talk. Let's go..."
Mo Buyan looked at me with distaste, then glanced at the vegetables on the floor.
"We'll clean them up when we get back tonight. Oh, right, do you like dogs?"
"Dogs?"
I paused, then thought about it carefully. I didn't dislike animals.
Actually, I might even like them a little.
Thinking that, I nodded.
"I like them..."
"Good. I happened to go on a mission today. Not with the Mercenary Guild—I went with a group. The pay's low, but it's safer.
"We caught a whole pack of wolves. The pups hadn't even opened their eyes yet. If you like them, come with me later and take one home. They'll die if they're left there anyway."
"With... a group? Wolf pups?"
"Yeah, with a group... How do I put it? It's an official outing to hunt for meat or explore somewhere. The pay's really low, though. I was only there to clean up the battlefield."
As Mo Buyan spoke, I followed him out the door. He locked it as he continued:
"The wolf today was on the verge of mutating, and she happened to be giving birth. She was weak, so it took almost no effort to kill her..."
As he spoke, I couldn't help imagining it... For some reason, I suddenly felt a little sorry for her.
A mother wolf who had just given birth, forced to fight with all her strength to protect her pups, facing a group of soldiers with her weakened body.
It was a hopeless battle to the death.
Mo Buyan kept talking, but he didn't seem to notice how sorry I felt. That made sense.