Rice for Enoch’s Second Expeditionary Unit

It's kind of like the weather's getting worse.

Bobcat's baby, which had been visible until earlier, was rendered invisible by snow falling sideways.

"Mel, well, I'm just gonna go"

"Mr. Zara, are you okay? Although the snow is getting stronger."

"If this were about it, I wouldn't get in while I'm strong. Don't worry."

That's right, I grew up in a snow country. Strong.

Mr. Zara had come down from the soli and plugged into the snow something like a pile that was ready for the soli. That would be something that would hold the solids in place so they wouldn't move.

He smiles at me, waves at me, and then walks towards having a baby Bobcat.

Can you spot a baby Bobcat in this situation? It hurts me.

Even Zara's appearance was swallowed by the snow and invisible.

"Mr. Zara......!

I put Zara in danger. If anything happens, you won't be able to get back on your feet.

"It's OK Dayoo, Pancake No Daughter Ye"

"Oh, right"

Mr. Zara lives in a snow country and understands about snow. If it were dangerous, I would have given up protection.

So I tell them it's okay, it's okay.

It's a terrible situation to have to wait. Now I just believe and wait.

Five minutes later - I saw Mr. Zara.

"Ah, I'm back!

He is taking off his coat, holding it round his arm. Probably wrapping a Bobcat baby.

Open the door and wait for Mr. Zara to come back. Though the cold wind was buzzing in, it wouldn't compare to Mr. Zara's difficulty.

Mr. Zara pulled through the pile she was stabbing and rode into the soli.

"Welcome back, Zara"

"I'm home."

As soon as she sat down in her seat, Zara had a deep sigh of relief, "Ha-".

"Mr. Zara, it would have been cold. Were you okay?

"I'm fine. But this girl..."

Zara shows me the baby Bobcat wrapped in her coat.

With a fluffy hairline, he was humming weakly as he blinked his blue eyes with a pussy.

"It doesn't look like it, but when you touch it, it's incredibly gullible."

"After all, you're out of touch with your mother"

"Probably, yeah. If Mel hadn't found it, she'd be dead."

It was a coincidence that I was able to discover Bobcat's baby, but I'm glad they did.

"I want to give you some milk, so let's stop by the woodshed ahead. Mel, please, this girl."

Copy that, sir.

Bobcat babies are light enough to worry about. Quick, I need to give you a glass of milk.

Zara holds Raindia's reins and signals.

Going for a woodhouse, I was supposed to run.

I've spoken to Zara before, but a woodshed is a stopover for travelers standing around here.

Someone manages it and sells snacks and a few things.

After about fifteen minutes of running, they have a woodhouse.

Bobcat's baby seemed to be shaking.

The blanket was removed from the bag and wrapped around the body. Finally, keep the album in as well.

"Na, nande, albumchanmo?

"Warm your baby up"

I guarantee the album's hockiness. When I was on a mission in Snow Mountain, I decided to wrap the album around my neck.

Bobcat babies must be so debilitated that they don't care about albums or anything else.

She is still a baby with no teeth. All I can say is that I'm out of luck with my mother.

I'm moving my mouth around Munya. When I reached out my fingertips, I started sucking with my cubs.

"You must be hungry. Mr. Zara, can I give you honey diluted with water or something?

They say human babies shouldn't be given honey, but what about Bobcat babies? I asked Zara a question.

"Oh, yeah. That's what happened. Please."

Pour the water you were carrying into the cup in a water bottle, drizzle the honey and mix. I've made it thinner than anything Blanche or Noir always drinks.

I put honey water on my fingertips and took it to the mouth of Bobcat's baby.

Then it sucks harder than it did earlier.

After several repetitions, I began to urge and ring while soaking my fingertips in honey water.

"Nmicha!"

It changes from what I hit earlier and becomes a powerful squeal.

"Good. Sounds good."

"Yeah. For one thing, I'll give you a drink."

"Thank you, Mel"

Instead of being able to afford to stand up, Bobcat's baby was vigorously pressing his album pocky stomach against his hand.

This is a behavior that pushes the breast to improve milk production.

"Album channo, o press belly citemo, milk ha, denaiyoo......"

Needless to say, I laughed suckingly at the state of the baffled album.

While we were doing that, we arrived at the woodshed.