Finding a cat was not easy. The tailed beauties really hid from Il and Richard, as if they were afraid that the compassionate werewolves would devour them along with the giblets. Even mouth-watering pieces of tender beef tenderloin were powerless here, so Il advised the frustrated Richard to simply leave the delicacy where the cat's marks were particularly odorous.

“Since they are afraid of us, we will tame them without haste,” the girl patted Richard on the shoulder. They need to understand that we are friends.

“Just like I love you, huh?” The young man chuckled smugly, wiggling his eyebrows.

- Let's go drink beer, - Il dodged his kiss...