"Awwoooo~!"

With a pitiful howl, a white figure slipped free from Anton’s grasp.

Left in his hand was just a tuft of fur yanked from the creature’s tail.

The proud young dragon stood up slowly, letting the fur drift from his fingers, carried off by the wind.

“Anton, we’re already into the assessment. Why are you still so unfocused?” Yuna approached him, her tone a bit reproachful. “Arctic snow foxes are rare finds! Catching one would’ve given us a huge boost in our assessment scores.”

Anton clapped his hands, brushing off the stray fox fur, and shrugged indifferently. “No matter …