“Gie! It’s your turn!” Mhir said after she finished telling them a story.
“Alright, alright.” Gie nodded as he decided to tell them a warm story. “One day, in a snowy mountain, there was a rabbit.” He spoke. “While it was looking for food, it found a wounded wolf. The wolf is young and was obviously separated from its pack. Its wounds must have come from a bear who left it after thinking it died, or maybe the wolf has defeated the bear by leading it to a cliff and pushing it.” He shrugged. “Anyway, the rabbit should have feared the wolf since it might kill him. But, the rabbit decided to take the wolf home in the end.” He said.
“Did the rabbit want to kill it instead?” Mhir curiously asked.
“… no.” Gie answered as his face was covered in dark lines. “The rabbit treated its wound and fed
