Kage sat beside the fire, watching it dance and flicker in the cold night, his violet eyes catching the cantaloupe hue of the flames—subdued, gentle as prayer.
The white-haired cub sat next to him, exchanging glances between Kage and the flame. It would look at Kage with a curious tilt of its head, then return to the flames, then back to Kage again.
Its constant head movement drew Kage's attention.
"I wonder what I should call you."
[The Wolf of the North is very giddy. He has an idea. He says what about Bei Chen Shuang Qi]
Kage looked at the proxy's message with visible irritation.
"Bei is good."
[The Wolf of the North is dissatisfied with your naming sense]
Kage exhaled, ignoring the message and gently patting the cub's head while calling its name.
"Bei. From today forward, you will be addressed as Bei. Understand?"
The cub growled—low, rumbling like a Carrier's engine at idle—and pushed its forehead against Kage's palm, closing its eyes.
