The Mission of a Pack of Dogs

After taking over his father's hunting dog farm, I moved alone to a remote mountain with a sunflower parrot. Late at night, clear voices calling out hunger outside the house make me uneasy. A remark from the parrot reveals the reason—I can understand animal speech naturally. I always thought the parrot's talking was a species trait, but in fact, it was never trained or taught; it was originally a debt repayment gift from the previous owner. As I realize the strange occurrences around me, I suddenly faint in the parrot's teasing gaze.