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永程

There was something about silence being disrupted that unsettled Yong Cheng. Normally he was a remarkably chatty kind of fellow, loose in the tongue, even if it was a calculated looseness. But the air about this wolf was threatening without him needing to mean it; ominous, without him needing to enforce it.

Therefore, he remained standing. It would be easier to flee if things took a dark turn, if he managed to move fast enough. In his contemplation, the other wolf's question took Yong Cheng off guard. What was he, exactly? He had never really known, only been aware of the fact that he was not a wolf. The cursory glances others landed upon him made him well aware of that.

"I don't know," he said with candor. "I wasn't told." He had looked at himself in the murky waters of the Shrine, and seen how he and wolven folk were similar and yet, not the same. He had peered into the depths of his eyes in that pool, and seen how he would never be the same.

Moments ticked by as Yong Cheng considered the next sentence. The wolf-beast looked friendlier now, so juxtaposed with the tone in his speech, he was an enigma wrapped in a mystery, and shrouded in secrecy. Yong Cheng tried to let his smile out him at ease, but it wasn't doing much. He chalked it up to being mutual strangers.

"You should at least wrap it up," said the not-wolf. "It can get infected, out in the open. Especially here."

He wasn't much of a healer, but he knew enough to have kept himself alive for this long. Ironically, this place was quite sterile -- void of visible life. Even then, it had been long enough that the things that caused wounds to fester and creatures to be sick, would have had time to recoup.

"Or clean it."

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