Gathering of the Powerful

"Big brother, can't you see that this Ancient Clan member is almost dead?" The Frost Wolf Head turned to look at Guyi, smirking mischievously. "Should we help him get rid of this trouble first?"

"Unless it promises to set us free, I won't make a move." The Flame Wolf Head howled skyward, then stepped back into the void, adopting a stance of complete disinterest in Guyi's plight.

Guyi coldly watched the two-headed Dire Wolf as it conversed with itself, only speaking up sharply as they moved away, "You two, are you really not afraid that I will use the Paint of Myriad Beasts to kill you?"