15 But How? (1/2)

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I carefully rubbed my nose with a paw as I held back the tears that were about to spill out. Miceter happily bit into what I think was Mozzarella cheese as I tended to myself.

”This is really good!” Miceter exclaimed excitedly. ”Quickly, try some, Mister!”

I gingerly took a bite of sausage. My face stung in pain as I chewed. Just how hard did he throw that thing?!

I examined the stall vendor as he tended to a middle aged woman and her child.

Yes, we haven't made our grand escape yet.

Why?

My face is in too much pain for me to carry anything right now.

Besides, I can't help but think it's fishy...

Just how did he figure it out?

I'm sure I wrote in ”Every Cold Winter” that Beast Men couldn't be distinguished between wild and civil in their beast form.