The Special Mentor

I carefully rubbed my nose with a paw as I held back the tears that were about to spill out . Miceter happily bit into what I think was Mozzarella cheese as I tended to myself .

"This is really good!" Miceter exclaimed excitedly . "Quickly, try some, Mister!"

I gingerly took a bite of sausage . My face stung in pain as I chewed . Just how hard did he throw that thing?!

I examined the stall vendor as he tended to a middle aged woman and her child .
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Yes, we haven"t made our grand escape yet .

Why?

My face is in too much pain for me to carry anything right now .

Besides, I can"t help but think it"s fishy . . .

Just how did he figure it out?

I"m sure I wrote in "Every Cold Winter" that Beast Men couldn"t be distinguished between wild and civil in their beast form .

Or did he just think that we were normal wild animals and just decided to be nice?

Impossible . If that was the case, he wouldn"t have called out and yelled "Catch!" before hitting me in the face .

Huh . . .
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In the Prosperous Kingdom, Market Square

Patrick watched as the tiny white mouse energetically wolfed down the cheese that was ten times its size . He then shifted his gaze towards the black cat who was draped in sausages . The black cat was a bit too preoccupied with rubbing his nose to enjoy the food . Patrick furrowed his brows in thought .

"How old were they?"

Judging by how the black cat was vulnerable to the slightest pain and the white mouse was heavily unguarded, he a.s.sumed that they were children . However, the black cat would probably be the older sibling because although the cat was in pain, he still remained vigilant, unlike the white mouse .

"Maybe I should take them in until their parents are back . . . " @@