"Khilla!" Nash reminded him softly.
Feng Shan waved a dismissive hand, set down his backpack, and took out an entrenching tool. He walked over to where the Little Wolf Cub was clawing at the snow. Gently picking up the cub, whose paws were now bleeding, he handed it to Nash. Then he began to dig into the snow himself with the tool.
As he dug away at the snow, Feng Shan began to uncover white fur buried beneath. The Little Wolf Cub let out a series of bleak, mournful cries.
The mournful cries sounded shrill and helpless in the wind, making Feng Shan's heart clench. He sped up his digging, his hands turning bright red from the freezing air.
When the snow was cleared, the bodies of two white-furred wolves, one large and one small, lay frozen solid at the bottom of the pit. Their internal organs had been gouged out by something, and their deaths had been exceptionally gruesome.
