Chapter 12

"It's either you drink this Amataba dear, or you face your death." I wouldn't want him to die, but it's better if it thinks I am going to allow it to die if he refuses to drink the antidote.

He gazed it at for what felt like Oge before he reluctantly opened its mouth.

Taking that as a sort of animal invitation, I pour the Amataba down his throat.

"You're doing alright, boy", I smile fondly at him as he gulps down the dark liquid.

He opened his mouth with his tongue sticking out like a dog panting for breath.

Seeing his action made me laugh, especially when I found out exactly what it was trying to do.

It wants to expel the bitter taste from his mouth.

"Aren't you cute my dear," I try to caress his fur, but he growled at me?

I guess he would rather not be touched, "you're really lucky you met someone who wishes to touch you.

I? Am hungry for a human touch," not the one Papilo gives to me.

It looks at me for some time before it closes its eyes in sleep; the antidote must be working its