While Luna was filled with determination, Fafnir, who was comfortably sprawled across my lap, let out a lazy grunt—almost as if he was mocking her—before closing his eyes again, settling in for yet another nap.
Luna, who had definitely caught the mocking look the little white wolf had thrown her way, snapped.
"You—you little—!" she huffed, pointing an accusing finger at him.
But Fafnir, completely unbothered, simply kept his eyes shut, acting as if he hadn't heard her at all.
Luna's frustration grew with each second of being ignored. Her cheeks puffed out, her tiny fists clenched, and I could practically see the gears turning in her head.
Then, as if struck by a sudden idea, she lunged forward.
Before the little ah-hem white dog could react, she snatched him up in her small arms.