67 A Cat's Gratitude

“Grrrrr...”

What was going on? What in the world was happening?

“Do you like it?”

“Nyaaaah... My head must smell, though...? And I haven't washed today, so it's all matted...”

“It's fine. It only smells nice. It's clean.”

What was this? Before I knew it, the Forest Keeper was brushing my hair.

But it felt so good that I couldn't refuse.

I should pull away even now.

But I couldn't do that either.

“Do elves normally do this to people they just met, nya?”...