“No, I can’t,” he lamented. It would be really cool if he could and save him a lot of embarrassment in having to ask. To some creatures, it’s the height of rudeness to be asked point-blank what they are because a human just doesn’t know. It’s even harder to tell when they take human-esque forms.

“Bulgae,” he repeats, looking thoughtful for a few seconds. “Oh! The fire dogs who chase the sun and moon!” Yes, he remembers that myth! And is very happy for it if the way his features brighten is any indication. Then concern flickers through Snake’s eyes. “Is he okay?”