Rotten to Me

永程

Her gold and green eyes met a pair equally bright.

Yong Cheng stilled. His nose had told him there was another wolf present, but given how many wolves there were in this pack, and how little he interacted with them, he only barely recognised the scent.

She was a small thing, he realised, when she came into view. She was petite -- even more than he was -- and the Oasis dwarfed her. Momentarily, he felt relief -- that at least there was one slighter than he was -- but it was short-lived, the boy remembering his true standing in the pack. Officially, he was a wolf of the lowest position; in reality, he was a slave.

Presently, having paused just a few metres away from the wolf, he smiled in greeting. Here was something he could do; he still had his tongue, and therefore he could still speak. So long as he kept his voice level, there was no other indicator of his rank, unless she had been with Sirius and known.

"Hello." Yong Cheng's voice was warm and light, a little mischievous and a little cheery. His eyes were shining. His coat was windswept and the long, silken fur tussled, as it always was. It would be immediately apparent to the other wolf that he was not really a wolf, long and leggy and large-eared. He smiled genially. "You are...?"

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OOC: In this thread I'm assuming YC has been practising recognising different plants + basic wound care so that he's not so ignorant. Also that he's seen Io around, but he doesn't know exactly who she is.