Though Wang Cai's Spiritual Essence had undergone Ascension, its thoughts still retained their primal wildness. It believed these wolves were challenging its status.
Wang Cai looked at its former companions, realizing that power struggles weren't limited to the world of humans but were blatantly evident in the social structures of wild beasts as well.
But at this moment, Lance spoke up. "These wild wolves are here for you. It won't make a difference whether we're feeding one or five." Lance couldn't help but offer a bitter smile. He couldn't really kill them, could he? It was a debt he owed, after all.
Lance's philosophy of being clear about grudges and treating all impartially extended across species, even to wolves—assuming, of course, they could understand him.
I hope they can understand me, Lance thought. He faced the dozen or so snarling gray wolves without any fear, calmly stepping forward, his empty hands slowly clenching into fists.
