"Child, do you wish to take on the great responsibility of revitalizing the Wolf Race?"
A giant wolf head, as large as a small mountain, slowly condenses from a mass of emerging black mist in the dim consciousness world of the Divine Dog, emitting the howl of the Wolf Race.
This is the language of the Wolf Race, an instinct engraved in the genes of all their descendants.
The Divine Dog understands the literal meaning of this sentence, but cannot grasp its true significance.
It's like when you're used to standard Mandarin, and suddenly you hear a dialect that sounds somewhat familiar.
The Desert Wolf Race, evolved over thousands of years, has become quite different from the Wolf Race led by the Tier Three Wolf King Ao back in the day.
