Ookami-san choked on a fish cake. “I am NOT— we never— you didn’t even ask —“
“And a heated blanket,” he added. “And a refrigerator full of meat. And I’ll cook for you every single day.” Ookami-san wa Taberaretai
“You’re trying to tame me,” she accused one evening, licking broth from her thumb. Ookami-san choked on a fish cake
“Fine,” she growled, snatching the ladle from his hand. “But I’m in charge of the meat.” ” she accused one evening
Ookami-san lifted her head, eyes blazing. “I am a wild god. I do not go home with—“