"They came too close to your territory, mistress. I just taught those scoundrels a lesson."

He growled discontentedly, examining the new wooden amulet on his collar. His mistress often made him meaningless enchanted objects that were supposed to «save» him from all evil. It had become her habit since the wolf cub's childhood. Since the day she picked him up in the middle of the forest.

He was whining there, all alone, abandoned and dirty. His family had been caught by poachers from the magical world, and only little Sanemi had managed to escape. Then young witch had taken him in and raised him into a large and brave werewolf. However, he did not want to go free under any circumstances and even asked to wear a collar so that every mouse in the forest would know that he belonged to his favorite witch.

He grew up extremely caring and jealous, hating with all his soul anyone who wished harm to his mistress. Sometimes his painful form of caring for her made her worry, but every time Sanemi whined guiltily, knowing that he had upset her in some way, she instantly forgave him for all his mistakes.

"They had hunting rifles. Even if they did not come for you, my mistress. I did not give anyone permission to hunt on our territory."