The winter wolf's fur was like the fine snow of early winter, cool and soft, crystal clear without the slightest impurity.
Having lived year-round on the highland snowfields, their icy-white pelt was their natural camouflage color.
Even if it got stained with mud and blood during battle, a light wipe with a piece of damp gauze pinching the mane would make the filth slide off along the strokes, extremely easy to clean.
As a companion he acknowledged as a fellow traveler, just like how after every battle he would always set aside some time to carefully maintain his weapons and Equipment.
Xia Nan did not mind sparing a bit more time to help Fanny clean the mud off her fur.
Of course, on the other hand one had to admit, that icy-white fur of Fanny's… the feel of it under the hand was indeed superb.
