Shami Goes Berserk

Shami clutched the young wolf, Nack, refusing to let go, her ear tips trembling slightly with anger. She gripped Nack's fur tightly and sternly questioned, "Nack, don't think you can just get away with this. Hand over the stolen gem right now!" Nack, behind her, rolled his eyes and tried to play dumb, "Hmph, I have no idea what gem you're talking about..." However, this tactic was completely ineffective against the sharp-witted Shami. She deftly pulled out a densely written list of debts and flashed it before Nack's eyes, "It's all clearly recorded here!" Seeing him still trying to stall, Shami seized the opportunity, grabbed Nack by the ear, and threatened with a dangerous smile, "Hurry up, no dawdling! Or I'll turn you into a roasted wolf!" Feeling a genuine threat to his life, Nack broke out in a cold sweat and could only hastily pull a small pile of colorful ores from his pocket, muttering guiltily, "Tch, this is all I have left. The rest is gone." Shami glanced at the fragments in Nack's claws, her brow furrowing even deeper. "This much? It's not enough! And where's that big 'Essence of Sand' I wanted?" "That... I ate it all!" Nack admitted through gritted teeth. "You ate it all!?" Shami's fists clenched in anger, her eyes blazing with fire. "Then we'll keep settling the score! If you don't hand it over, I'll follow you every day, and you'll have to pay me double from now on!" Seeing Shami completely lose it, a little companion hiding nearby trembled in fear and muttered to themselves, "Oh gosh, Shami gets so scary when she's serious... Good thing I didn't steal anything back then."