Although it was already late winter, the morning at Steelcastle still felt bitterly cold.
Apart from a few penniless peddlers who risked venturing to the heart of the lake to collect ice, other citizens of Steelcastle stayed hidden in the warmth of their homes, with no one leisurely venturing out for morning exercises.
Therefore, at a glance, there were only two people and two dogs on the open lakeshores.
"So..." Winters caressed the fur between the wolf-dogs' ears, and the large dog being petted hummed pleasingly. He looked up at Caman and asked, "Why do they obey me?"
Caman hesitated for a moment, "Because of witchcraft?"
Winters' mouth curved slightly upward as he retorted, "I am not a Hurd Shaman, so how could I use Shamanic Divine Arts?"
Used to bantering too often, seeing Winters' smile, Caman instinctively wanted to snap back with some retorts.
