"Sang Ji? Then tell me, after spending an entire afternoon wandering around under that Totapara's banner, won't you provoke her retaliation?" Sekula Aila, the leopard-girl maid of the White Wolf princess, asked with some concern.
"Let's worry about hiding from my dad and my brothers first." Sangji covered her face with her two dog paws. Thinking back on the entire process of running away from home, she still found it utterly absurd.
In July, her tribe had suddenly decided to appoint her to enter Hindukush, as the representative of the Royal Court, to supervise the Scorch Wolf Tribe of Hindukush in launching a war against the Gallop Plains.
Yet after receiving the letter of appointment, her father told her that the Beastmen Royal Court's true intention was in fact to treat Hindukush's Favored as cannon fodder and sacrifices. On one hand, this would reduce the number of local Favored and weaken their power; on the other, it would relocate the already excessive number of Favored on the plateau into the basin.
"Sangji, do you know what this letter means? It means our White Wolf Family will be the first to enter the basin and develop our own clan." That night, Sangji's father, Duoxi White Wolf, said a great many excited things—about having the Gallop Family become the first wave, flattening the road to Iowa, making the Favored in the basin expend themselves one after another, and charging into the Gallop Plains.
"Father, with so many Favored in Hindukush Basin, will they really obey the Royal Court's orders?" Sangji felt that since everyone looked more or less the same, their brains were probably just as serviceable. It could not be that the livestock in the basin had lower intelligence simply because the altitude was lower.
"If we only give them a