Ruger stroked his chin, watching the scene with amusement.
Thinking back, ever since Spirit Fur One had stabilized and truly settled into the role of the God of Spirit Fur, they had not seen the Blood Curse Doll again. For various reasons, the two little creatures had never crossed paths since.
The three little things perched on his shoulders in different poses were, in fact, all of the same origin.
Ruger noticed that Stray Hair One, standing on his head, was trembling a little while still striving to radiate divine light.
"Eee! Eeya?"
The Blood Curse Doll was completely captivated by Stray Hair One, forgetting all about Demon One, who had interested it just moments earlier and was now resting atop its head in the form of a little black flower.
Stray Hair One trembled even harder, whether from old fears welling up or the strain of maintaining that divine radiance.
Ruger watched in silence.
"Eeya?"
The Blood Curse Doll moved.
It lunged at Stray Hair One, just as it had on the night they first became a god. It no longer had any thought of hunting; its simple mind held only affection, even more than on that night when they had first become a divine being. Fur of the same origin, combined with the radiance of the God of Spirit Fur, had utterly won the Blood Curse Doll's love. It hugged Stray Hair One and rubbed them against its face over and over, as though cuddling a little glowing ball.
At one point, a bold idea suddenly sprang into Ruger's mind.
He wanted more strange and peculiar hairs, but on second thought, he shook his head, feeling that it would be rather a waste of effort.
He soothed the little creatures until they quieted down.
Then he reached out