In the flatbed truck that had arrived from the local granary were the usual suspects - oats and barley and wheat all threshed and ready to use in the bakery. And then there was a young girl, sleeping amid the wheat pulled over her thin naked form like a blanket. There was an odd burst of fur behind her and Ono wondered if she had dragged in a fur scarf or something similar before realizing that it was attached to her tailbone and that there was a matching set of pointy fuzzy ears on top of her sleeping head.
She opened her eyes and frowned. "Is this Yoitsu in the north?"
Ono looked down at the girl. "No, it's Tokyo. And you're in my baking supplies so could you---?"
The girl smirked wolfishly. "Simple human, always after possessions. Do you not know who you are talking to? I am Horo, the Wise Wolf of Yoitsu!" Her simple chest puffed up in regal pride.
"Well, I am Yusuke Ono," he said, "and I am the Wise Chef of Japan. See? And now you're in my raw ingredients, so if you'd be so kind ---"
Horo's simmering rage cut Ono off. "You think you're so great? I have been with many men before, you know! Hundreds!"
Ono smiled. "So have I."
The great wolf's face grew pale.
"Now, how are you going to repay me for use of my groceries, I wonder?"
Horo huffed. How unfair! she thought. She was half-expecting another naive merchant like Kraft, not this Ono person. And now she'd have to work?
Ono is more devious than a wolf, she thought later as she was cleaning the front stoop of the bakery, and twice as cunning.