Near the entrance, a large, black wolf was situated, crouching with its back facing her.

Without delay, her heart shot straight to her throat; she was certain it would not waver before fleeing her body if presented with the prime occasion.

At that point, she wished she could even jump out of her own skin right now. Going back into the room hurriedly was a no; that would be disobeying her temporary master's orders.

And just looking at the animal made her almost drop the tray from fright.

This... This was the so-called harmless puppy that wouldn't bite? Since when was a full-grown, oversized predator considered a pup?

Thinking about...