The girl's voice cracked.
"Who wants your meat?"
"I don't want to eat your meat!"
The girl was a little scared.
This raccoon dog was so strange.
Not just strange—completely baffling!
She had wondered before whether this raccoon dog was up to something.
After all, they had been far too eager to help her solve her problem.
They hadn't even known each other before this.
Even if they were simply being kind, she had already refused.
More than once.
The raccoon dog had been very overbearing afterward.
As if they were trying to force her to accept their help.
She grew more and more suspicious that they had some hidden motive.
She hadn't intended to accept their help in the first place, and after becoming suspicious, she was even less likely to do so.
The girl took a deep breath.
"Thanks for the offer."
"But I don't need your help."
"And I'm definitely not going to eat your meat."
"That's that."
"Why?"
The Raccoon Dog once again found this human hard to understand.
"If you eat my meat, you won't be jealous anymore."
"Why won't you eat it?"
"Why, why?"
The girl gritted her teeth, on the verge of losing it. "Why does there have to be a reason?"
"I don't want to!"
"That's the reason."
"Do you understand?"
"I. Don't. Want. To!"
The girl shouted those last four words.
"Huff... huff..."
The girl bent forward at the waist.
She panted loudly.
This raccoon dog really was...
Was it trying to scare her to death or make itself so angry it died?
"Oh."
The Raccoon Dog nodded.
Before the girl could breathe a sigh of relief, she heard another question by her ear.
"Why?"
"Why don't you want to?"
The girl: ...
She felt like