- Hello! - A nod. - Of course not, how could you possibly interfere?
The cunning owner of a mutant fox, Erefir, didn't come empty-handed and had already put some meat crackers in her fist, taken from the headquarters – one of those types of food that carnivorous creatures, from experience, don't refuse, a kind of offering-bribe. It's funny that in the absence of contracts with restaurants, such snacks have become the main food not for cats, but for the Carneol themselves, but at least it shows that the food is edible.