Crown Camp.
Feng Shan sat expressionlessly under a wooden shelter, with Nash standing behind him.
Before long, a small troop of animals shuffled dejectedly through the antler fence.
Leading the way were Coca-Cola, Prince, and the Little Wolf Cub, followed by eight white-furred Alaskan Taiga Wolves.
The fur of several of the unfamiliar white wolves was spattered with mud. They looked as if they had just taken a beating, sullenly trailing behind the three of them and having lost all the aggressive arrogance they'd had at the bear den.
The animals came to stand before Feng Shan.
Coca-Cola padded forward with light steps, tail held high, letting out a series of sweet "MEOWS."
It walked up to Feng Shan's feet and repeatedly rubbed its head against his pant leg, its big, watery eyes gazing up at him, full of innocence and a desire to please.
Prince was even more direct.
