In a garden, Davis was resting on Nadia one day.
He always spent time with her. Just because he couldn't be intimate and she was busy nurturing her grown children didn't mean that they couldn't be together. He had his hands crossed behind his head while he slept on Nadia's fur beneath the serene warmth of the moonlight. She was so fluffy that he could never have enough of her.
They conversed about many things, even reminiscing about the past.
She even said that she missed her good father, who protected the entire clan when she was nothing but a Sunset Wolf Mountain pup. She wondered if her father was there; then they might've been all killed by Davis.
Davis could only laugh dryly.
He wasn't the type to commit genocide, but at that time, he really didn't see magical beasts as fully sentient, so he might have done it.
It was only because Nadia stopped and listened that she and her clan possibly survived.
"Nadia…" Suddenly, Davis called out, "Do you miss your clan?"
