Having taken a good look at the wolf and the brand on his paw, Shura has kept to the back of the cellar. It was all good and well that they got him out and in one piece, but that brand...

Well, Shura had used silver in the past, but removing it was different. Wounds could heal and they could feed him, but the silver would kill him before they could get that far. The bird's sound is a welcome distraction from Shura's thoughts, and she'll cheerfully chime in on the conversation.

"Hm? Must be holdin' a grudge or something like that~" Not like Shishi had forgotten the incident, but that was another matter entirely.