It is not. [ said, matter of factly. ] It's simply an organic construct animated by magic that happens to still look like a living creature. Any breath or will it once possessed was long gone before I got to it.

[ though it certainly resembles a tame hound when it puts a paw into robin's hands for him to examine. he'll do so, briefly, before setting it back down and having it sprint another circle around them. ]

... convenient, though, when one wants to work on knitting together a wounded body without having to slice someone open for it.

[ because imagine how that would go down. 'hey, need to stress test and work on healing, you wanna get beat up a bit for me?' anyway.

the reanimated wolf isn't autonomous, can't move on its own without robin making it so. still, some notion of whim has him pacing it up to jing yuan, tail wagging— before a sighed gesture has the light fading from its eyes as it lowers itself down again, well and truly dead.

... faintly, though. is that the march of soldiers, baying of horses, hoofbeats of cavalry resounding somewhere in the distance around them? do some of the patches of snow now more resemble blades of yellowing grass? ]