But when he actually saw the scene of each whip striking heavily on a human body, cold sweat instantly seeped from his palms.
It wasn't a story, it was vivid pain.
"Female Master..."
His voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, tinged with a hint of timidity.
Selene Kane heard the commotion, turned around sharply, and when her gaze swept over Alza, she almost couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The Little Fox in front of her had curled into a complete ball, making himself look like a dusty, furry lump.
His head was buried in the crook of his arm, even his ears were pressed tightly against his scalp.
She walked over, reaching out to gently take the child from Alza's arms.
As soon as Alza let go, his whole body went limp, and the next second, with a "poof," he reverted to his original form.
He obediently squatted at Selene Kane's feet, not daring to move an inch away, his tail low against the ground.
