Lafrenia

- Well, that's a predicament... But maybe it's for the best – you should be able to breathe easier here. And we met, after all," the "northerner" tried to console the unfortunate girls, gesturing frantically.

— Better a knitting needle than a meat cleaver, hehe. — Lika's laugh sounded more like a grunt than anything that could be associated with a person or a wolf. — What do you think, Mira, what's better?

- If it's fate that led you, having traveled thousands of versts through fire, water, and all sorts of hardships... - Mira said romantically. - Then it doesn't matter anymore – whether it's a knitting needle or a cleaver, or even the devil himself... She let out a coy squeak and pretended to be embarrassed, covering her cheeks with her hands, like a little girl – partly for fun, but partly because her background and upbringing encouraged it.