Being in his full wolf form felt like Xiao Zai like returning home after a long absence. But not like any home he'd ever had, instead it was like the ingrained concept of 'home' that existed in everyone and said there was somewhere they belonged -- someplace they came from, and could return to at anytime.
He dug his claws into the soft snow beneath his paws and looked up at the towers. His wolf eyes had better sight than his human eyes, and he could see Chu Yun looking down at him in admiration and approval.
It made him want to howl.
He was faintly aware of Fan Jiang to his left, and his brother and his group to his right, but all his attention was focused on Chu Yun.
It would likely remain that way if his father hadn't spoken. "It's time."
A tray with a large incense burner was brought before the King. Xiao Zai knew that inside was an incense stick with several coils, which would burn until dawn, signalling the end of the hunt.
