After all, deep into winter now, the yard outside was already covered in snow, with no sign of wolves, but from the adjoining building in the rear, Boudica's clamorous noises could be heard.
Once inside, the house shielded against the howling wind outside, filled with a warm air carrying the scent of animals, causing Lance to wrinkle his brow slightly.
"Woof!"
Fergus trotted out, circling around Lance, then sat down in front of him, his drooping tongue appearing very excited.
Dogs are always exuberant around familiar faces, especially after being apart for some time. If it were another dog, it might leap up and start licking, but Fergus seemed to know Lance disliked that.
"Good boy~" Lance bent down to pat the dog's head, his mood mysteriously lifting, his brow relaxing, a smile involuntarily appearing on his face.
Someone finally noticed Lance, and greetings began to echo throughout the room.
"My Lord!"
