Ookami-san Wa Taberaretai -

Perhaps both.

Her golden eyes studied him. “No. There isn’t.” Winter came early that year. The first snow buried the path, and the village council warned Takeda not to climb the mountain alone. But he thought of her ears drooping in the cold, her tail tucked between her legs for warmth, and he went anyway. Ookami-san wa Taberaretai

“Go away, human,” she whispered. “Winter is my hungry time. I sleep. Maybe I don’t wake up.” Perhaps both

The wolf-goddess—her name, she grudgingly admitted later, was Ookami no Mikoto, though she allowed him to call her “Ookami-san”—narrowed her eyes. “So?” There isn’t

The wolf-goddess—for what else could she be?—looked down at the crumbly mess at her feet. Her ears flattened. “I didn’t drop it. I abandoned it. It was subpar.”