Chapter 350: Chaos on the Screen
"Haaah… S-So tired…"
Daryl slumped down onto the ground inside the great tree, chest heaving, hair drenched in sweat. His eyes never left the little Fenrir cub who, after running amok for what felt like an eternity, had finally collapsed nearby in a heap of spent energy. Playing with a monster, even one not yet fully grown, was far more grueling than any routine fight. It reminded him of Garm’s brutal training sessions.
And yet, even while near his limit, Daryl hadn’t let the cub out of his sight for a moment. A creature like this, no matter how small, could die from a stray accident or unlucky blow. That vigilance had paid off; now that the cub was finally too tired to move, he could finally breathe easy.
*…Woof.*
It seemed even the cub hadn’t expected Daryl to outlast her. Ears twitching, she regarded him now with a faint glimmer of respect, her posture shifting subtly to reflect it. Daryl couldn’t help but feel a bit proud. Within the Clan, he was always the one being looked after. It almost felt like gaining a junior of his own.
"You hungry?"
Feeling generous, Daryl rummaged through his Magic Bag and pulled out something even a Fenrir might enjoy: dried fruits Ollie had made. At the sight of them, the cub perked up and trotted over, ears forward with interest.
She sniffed a piece of dried apple curiously, gave a tentative lick, then snapped it up and crunched it between her teeth. The subtle sweetness seemed to suit her; no sooner had she swallowed than she was nudging her head against Daryl’s hand for more.
"Easy now. Too much and you might upset your stomach."