Medeia crouched in front of the black wolf, gently cupping Bear's fluffy face. She leaned in, pressing her forehead against his.
"My son… I can finally understand your words now. Please, talk to me."
Bear opened his snout and barked, just like he always did—but this time, something unexpected happened.
A burst of words suddenly filled Medeia's mind. The voice was high-pitched and full of energy, like an excited little boy.
「Mama! Mama! Can you really understand my words?! I have so much to tell you!」
Medeia covered her mouth, her eyes welling up with tears. Lucian, watching from the side, thought she really looked like a mother who had just found her long-lost child.
"Bear, I can understand you!" Medeia cried, hugging the wolf tightly. She ran her hands through his thick fur, making his tail wag so wildly it looked like it could knock something over.
"My son! Now we don't have to be separated by a language barrier anymore!"
