‘...Is he mad?’
The weasel rose up on two legs, visibly flustered.
But still—he was scared.
And Yueul felt wronged.
He might be a fierce little weasel—but he was still only 22 centimeters tall.
On the other hand, the black mamba was over four meters long.
He was in a totally different league when it came to size.
Sniffing the air, the little weasel cautiously approached the coiled-up mamba.
“Kku-kku.”
The mamba opened his eyes.
Meeting that vicious gaze made the weasel’s fur stand on end.
But just like the first time he visited Wooheon’s house, he held his ground.
‘Don’t transform. No matter how scared you are, don’t change back.’
“Kku-kku-kkuuk.”
The weasel pressed his front paws to the floor, then stood back up on two legs.
The black mamba, watching the dumb weasel quietly make a mess of himself, almost scoffed.
‘What the hell is he doing?’
The weasel gave another soft “kku-kku”—whatever that was supposed to mean.
