Wen Yan casually rolled up his cloak, wrapping the Demon Fox within it.
He checked the creature's breath; it seemed to have merely fainted. Its head was knocked askew, though such an injury likely wasn't fatal for a being of its kind.
Holding the swaddled Demon Fox in one hand, Wen Yan glanced into the distance. The corpses of White Foxes lay in disarray.
The Demon Soul that had been hiding among the bodies had vanished without a trace. He surmised it was likely concealed within a distant mansion.
Wen Yan chose not to reveal his awareness, casting a final look toward the fading White Fox Tribe Leader in the distance.
