If it was a mature woman with extensive experience, one week in the world of beastmen and she would have noticed this problem.

“Beard?” Curtis shook his head. “You like that?”

Irina shook her head repeatedly. “No! Those with beards are uncles! How could I possibly like that?”

“What’s an uncle?” Curtis raised another question.

There weren’t complex forms of address in the world of beastmen, only the concept of “Mom” and “Dad.” Even Irina’s leopard cubs addressed Curtis and Winston as their names in their heads.

“The old ones,” Irina said in passing. Immediately after, she covered her mouth with a hand, her eyes rolling towards Curtis.

Indeed, Curtis’s...