By the time Yolanda arrived at Westheid's bedside, he was already awake, exchanging a wide-eyed stare with his sister.
But he couldn't get up.
That was because the Wolf-eared Maiden was clinging tightly to him. Her slender, fair arms were wrapped around Westheid's neck, her beautiful face pressed against his chest. Her purple-black hair was splayed out, and the soft, dense white fur on the inside of her pricked-up ears would occasionally scratch Westheid's cheek as they twitched.
Her lips were slightly parted, revealing sharp canine teeth. They were so sharp that a mere touch against Westheid's skin could draw blood, which would then trickle naturally into the Beast-eared Maiden's mouth—a testament to their incredible sharpness.
Westheid had tried to move Mivana's arms, but found she had him locked in a vice-like grip. He abandoned the idea and decided to wait quietly for the Wolf-eared Maiden to wake up naturally.
