"You can stop milking it now you faker." Said Frost as he stood over the heavily wounded and prone Kiba.
He retrieved a high quality health potion from his storage ring but refused to pour the contents into Kiba's mouth until he stopped his little act.
"Grrrr." The young tiger cub meekly purred, his body trembling in pain as though just whispering drained what remained of his strength. He appeared pitiful and innocent, why was his master so cruel?
"Master? Lord Kiba is genuinely hurt, if not for him sacrificing his body many of us would have died as a result of our battle with those men." Neve wasn't as injured as Kiba, but she was no less exhausted but despite this she forced herself to crawl to the young tiger cub and speak up in his defence.
