For the past two weeks, the nine-tailed fox woman had helped him recover from his injuries. She gave him salves and medicines that he could use to treat his wounds. It was so effective that he was able to stand and walk again in just five days, but he was still not strong enough to leave her den.
It was getting hard to avoid her, but for the most part, he tried to ignore her presence. He persistently declined the fox woman's offer since that night. Who in their right mind would agree to become her mate anyway? While he kept on dodging her advances, the woman coyly smiled at him and left him alone in her den while she hunted for his food. Never did he see her eat or feed before; neither did he had the courage to ask.
"What's your name?" she asked as she ran her fingers on her wild locks and tied it in a braid. The general arched a brow at her. How come she knew that he was the same kid that saved her life before while not knowing his name?
"You don't know?"