He couldn't be bothered to give it much thought; these matters were none of his concern. Here, the sky was high and the emperor far away. If the Fang Wolf Tribe wanted to find him, they'd have to fly over. Otherwise, there was no connection between them at all.
With that in mind, he turned his attention to the white wolf.
"Calling you 'you damned dog' every day won't do. You need a name, and it can't be a bad one at that—I can't have it reflecting poorly on me~"
Lance stared at it, pondering. The white wolf, feeling somewhat uneasy under his gaze, stopped licking water and began to look around evasively.
"The decision is made, your name will be Wang Cai," Lance confirmed with a nod, speaking a word that was distinct from the common tongue and even somewhat abstruse.
He had considered many names, like Chasing Wind or Howling Moon, but they were all just so-so. A familiar name with a special meaning was better; at least it would be memorable.
