Happy Life
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- A-tya-tya! - Zeikin was about to pat Niktu on the shoulder in joy, but after glancing at the sharp, bloodstained knives in her hands, he changed his mind (though, for himself, he rationalized that it would be disrespectful to the woman). - Well done! Huntress! Killer! I'm proud!
Stretching languidly, he resolutely walked over to the remains of the rat, and subsequently the skeleton, to check what was left of them.
- So, what was all the fuss about? - he asked, sitting down on his haunches.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
