Ji Qingwu was clearly a wolf, too.
She just knew how to play the part of an obedient puppy, but the moment you let your guard down and thought her easy to bully, she would take a vicious bite.
「The next day.」
The morning mist had not yet dispersed, and the camp gate, built of stacked bluestone, radiated a damp chill.
Ji Qingwu went to the camp gate again.
Soldiers shouted in rhythm as they hauled over thick, round logs that smelled faintly of pine resin, repairing the crossbar that the tiger had broken the previous night.
Ji Qingwu paced back and forth before the main gate, watching the eastern horizon fade from indigo to the color of a fish's pale belly.
'It seems today will be a fine day as well.'
A whimper sounded from behind Ji Qingwu. She turned to see a gray blur limping toward her.
The little wolf's right forepaw barely touched the ground. She looked it up and down.
"I don't remember your leg being injured, though?"
