Go Directly to Jail, do not pass go do not collect $200

永程

He was good, Yong Cheng noted, at saying nothing without actually saying nothing. Whether it was intentional or not, he did not know, but that meant Yong Cheng was as in the dark as he had been before. He fell silent then, resolving to keep his words for later. What they were walking through was fog and ash and the morning sun did not permeate through with warmth. Each breath stung his lungs and every word cut his dry throat. It was best to leave the talking for someplace where the air was cleaner.

They passed grounds that Yong Cheng was unfamiliar with. Scents assaulted his nose, mixing with the acrid tang of smoke that lingered still. Eventually, the air cleared somewhat, and what was once grey ahead of him morphed into a bleak blue. The fresh air washed away the hurt in his lungs. At once, his visibility stretched, and details on the other wolf became more apparent. He was well-muscled and his fur was glossy, with a healthy sheen. He was a great brute, and Yong Cheng lengthened his stride to keep up.

Here is a fighter, he thought, and saw the truth to the wolf's earlier words. A successful one.

Presently they drew to a halt inside a den. Yong Cheng was small enough to stand upright without obstruction. He followed the directions, silently taking stock of what was available, and what he could use with confidence. There were many plants here that he'd not paid much attention to before, some which he knew of, and a few that he'd used before. They were green -- perhaps they'd been collected fairly recently? Some others were drier and had yellowed out, and some were what looked to be roots.

"蒲公英 (pú gōng yīng)," he noted aloud, both for his musing, and the wolf's ears, though he didn't know if the other one understood. He didn't want to make himself seem suspicious, and the weed was common enough that he wasn't wasting precious resources. It was also one of the things he had been treated with in his youth; he knew the name only in his native tongue.

He brought it out, first. Before he did anything at all, Yong Cheng wanted to properly analyse the wound. It looked like it hadn't been cleaned, and wrapping it up in this state might not help very much. Some ash had fallen onto it while they were in the Shrine; he couldn't see much at all.

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