"Ouch!"
Gray Wolf's head was struck with the broom. He covered his head and cried out in pain as he dodged and yelled "A handful of steamed buns? I, your Uncle, would normally refuse to eat these!"
"How can someone like you be an Uncle? Hurry up and get lost!" The peddler waved his broom away, then returned, scolding. "A beggar acts like he's an Uncle? I'll be your Grandfather if you were an Uncle."
Gray Wolf scowled at him. "You, just you wait!" A tiger descending to flat terrain would be insulted by dogs. Even a peddler dared to bully him?
Gray Wolf walked down the street with the broken bowl, but no one gave him anything. He hadn't eaten anything all day and he was so hungry that he had no energy to move.
