Menglu's eyes lit up like stars. "That's perfect! I'll be your wife then! I'm claiming my divine ascension right now!"
Ethan raised a hand. "Hold your horses! We need to settle a few things first."
"Otherwise I can't grant you this deification."
The fox spirit was practically drooling over visions of gorging on chicken till stuffed and guzzling wine till merry as his wife. Lost in her gluttonous fantasies, saliva dripped from her muzzle in a shiny thread.
"Out with it already! Hurry up so I can get my ascension!" she snapped, paws twitching impatiently.
Ethan tilted his head. "Wait a minute—I thought only yellow weasels did these divine claim rituals? Never heard of other beasts pulling this stunt."
"Got some weasel blood in you? Or is one of your parents a sneaky little mustelid?"
