Rotten to Me

永程

Yong Cheng felt like she -- the wolf he now knew to be Iolaire -- was rubbing it in a little. Sister to your warlord Sirius? Well, she wasn't wrong, but wasn't Sirius her Warlord, too? While the smile on his face remained cordial and warm, Yong Cheng felt a little annoyance spring up in his heart. He was normally hard to upset; perhaps the toll of being willingly kidnapped was social exhaustion.

"Bird," Yong Cheng simply said. He didn't see any need for fanfare and pomp. Just what they could call him by would do.

Ah, and so she was a healer. This was the Iolaire he was supposed to be apprenticed to. Yong Cheng had practised saying her name enough times that it now ran smoothly off his tongue, with only a slight accent. He'd prefer not to be talking but rather watching, but if the need arose, at least he could call the healer without mishap.

Without another word, he sat, waiting for the other wolf -- Odette, he knew from a previous encounter -- to introduce herself. And then perhaps Iolaire would treat her, and then he could watch.

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