After saying those words, Aina left the shelter and entered the forest.
Jackson and Irene were just watching Aina until her silhouette faded away, and both had their brows furrowed as they realized what Aina did.
“I thought the forest was dangerous…” Irene muttered, the confusion and suspicion evident on her face. “Yet she entered and even told us confidently that she wouldn’t die.”
Jackson nodded, caressing his chin. “I agree. But maybe they already have a safe trail back to their shelter. And she has her reasons for not telling us.”
“Well… You have a point there.” Irene nodded, still caressing Misty’s fur. “Still, I can feel that she’s a kind person.”
Afterward, Irene raised her head, looking Jackson in the eye.
“Anyway, her name’s Aina, isn’t it?” she asked, her eyes narrowing—as
