“Still, it’s good that he’s adapting,” Gaeul said as she looked at the two dogs stuck to each other like glue.

There had been no accidents for the past week. The Pit Bull had to fight because of people’s selfish desires. She wouldn’t be able to blame it even if he bared its fangs according to his instincts, but thankfully, it didn’t cause any trouble. In fact, it even felt like the Pit Bull was losing against Woofie. Even now, it didn’t shirk away from Woofie’s slight bite on its front paw, wanting to play with it. Perhaps it might have discerned the hierarchy here in that short time for the sake of survival; that it should not cause harm to the pitifully weak dog in front of it. From how it was taking glances at Maru and her from time to time, the prediction didn’t seem too far off the mark.

“Woofie, don’t bully him. He’s sick.”

She scolded Woofie, as she kept bothering the Pit Bull’s cone. As Woofie was extremely quick-witted, she soon stopped.

“I feel like she listens to you more than she does to me.”

“Didn’t you know? Her owner had changed a long time ago.”

“So even the dog knows that I’m servile to you, huh? What a pitiful life...