The bad blood between the two peoples stretched back ten thousand years, a hatred carved into their very bones.
Unable to persuade Nash, Feng Shan could only shrug, put on his fur coat, and leave the room.
The three White Wolves lying by the door stood up, shook the snow from their fur, and walked to Feng Shan's side.
"You've done well."
Seeing how dutiful the White Wolves were, Feng Shan decided to give them a reward: the Crown Territory would allow one Wolf Pack to exist, and it would be the pack of White Wolves.
It was an October morning on the shores of Kivalina, and the sky was a dismal gray.
The entire town was shrouded in silence, the houses appearing somewhat blurry under the gray sky.
No smoke rose from the chimneys, no lights shone from the windows. Everything was still immersed in slumber.
Accompanied by the White Wolves, Feng Shan walked to the beach. A concrete seawall had been built along the edge of the coast to block the impact of the waves.
