I chuckled, shaking my head. "That's enough, Glacier, come here."
In an instant, Glacier padded over to my side, his icy blue eyes still glaring at Stephen, who was frozen in place.
"See? He's harmless... unless you give him a reason to be otherwise," I said, patting Glacier affectionately. He lowered his head slightly, eyes softening as he acknowledged my touch.
Stephen stared at Glacier for a long moment, processing the creature's presence. His eyes widened in surprise. "A Frostbane? I thought Frostbanes were extinct... No, wait... there was an uproar about a single Frostbane running rampant in Monfort... unless..." He looked at me in disbelief. "You're the owner of the last remaining Frostbane?"
"Yup," I confirmed, a hint of pride in my voice.
Just then, Macaron flew onto my shoulder, his vibrant feathers glinting in the sunlight. It seemed he had also finished his hunting.
"Did you have fun?" I asked, glancing at him.
