At last, it seemed to make up its mind. It darted back to the snow wolf's side, gently nudged the wolf's face with its little paws,
then pointed at Fang Yuan, then at the wounds on its body, chittering and gesturing away.
The snow wolf stared at the Purple Sable, then at Fang Yuan. The hostility in its eyes gradually faded somewhat, though its guard remained.
A short growl rumbled from its throat, as if asking, "Can he do it?"
The Purple Sable nodded vigorously, leaped onto Fang Yuan's shoulder, and chittered at the snow wolf again, looking as though it were vouching for him.
Watching the wolf and sable communicate, Fang Yuan almost laughed.
"Fine." Fang Yuan sighed and slid the Ghost Head Saber back onto his back.
After all, Little Purple Sable had run into an old acquaintance.
He turned back to the shack and dug out some clean spare strips of cloth, along with a small jar of wound medicine powder.
He had brought these from the Martial Arts School. They were no miraculous elixirs, but they were fairly effective at stopping bleeding and healing flesh.
When he returned with the supplies, the snow wolf still stared at him fiercely, every muscle taut.
Fang Yuan crouched before it, opened the medicine jar, and pointed at the slash across its abdomen. "This needs to be treated first. Otherwise, you'll die."
The snow wolf gave a low growl and turned its head away, but its posture seemed less like a threat than... awkwardness.
Fang Yuan understood. This big fellow was proud to the bone. Even half-dead from its injuries, it refused to bow its head.
He did not waste words and got straight to work.
First, he cleaned the wounds with snow water. The snow wolf shuddered all over